Poverty is not for the sake of hardship. No, it is there because nothing exists but Allah. Poverty unlocks the door - what a blessed key!
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.
Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.