There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

The cure for pain is in the pain.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love. Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets. Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless. Although I may try to describe love, when I experience it, I am speechless. Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one. Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.