Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.
I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.
Give your weakness to one who helps.
Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.