To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness is the envy of angels and its courage keeps even devils away.

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.