They say 'He cannot be found'. Something that cannot be 'found' is what I desire.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

Friendship of the wise is good; a wise enemy is better than a foolish friend.