If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.

Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.