There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

Love's nationality is separate from all other religions, The lover's religion and nationality is the Beloved (God). The lover's cause is separate from all other causes Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.