The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.