Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty,a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin... Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.