If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world?

Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

You must ask for what you really want.

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