I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

There are no edges to my loving now.

My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.