You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.
The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside
When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted