Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

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

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.