Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.