Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.

I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.

When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.