Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

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

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.