Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

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 am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.