The soul lives there in the silent breath.

Many have been led astray by the Qur'an: by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well. There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man, for it was you who had no desire to reach the top.

Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.

You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.

The soul is here for its own joy.