Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you...you are -we all are-the beloved of the beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life , the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is.

Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

Even though you're not equipped, keep searching: equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.