People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?

Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.

We often need to be refreshed.

Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.