I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.

Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you...you are -we all are-the beloved of the beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life , the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.

Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.