I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.