There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.

let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

The soul lives there in the silent breath.