There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

We are even higher than the heavens, we are greater than angels; Why should we not transcend both? Our lodging-place is Majesty.

Whatever you know, or don’t - only Love is real.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you.