You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.

I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.