There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .