Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Raise your words, not your voice.

The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise--that man or woman steals from others every day--is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.