My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!
Behead yourself!... Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Tomorrow you'll be brave, you say? Fool! Dive today.
You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.