There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. "I come and go as I please," you say, "swift as a heartbeat." You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.