O Beloved, where is the Beloved?

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.

Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.

Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds. He who fares without any doubt, adhere to his footprints if you do not know the way. Cleave to the footprints of the deer and advance with care that you may reach the musk-gland. By means of such trekking, even if you walk on fire, you will reach the luminous peak.

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