Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

Muhammad says, 'Love of one's country is a part of the faith.' But don't take that literally! Your real 'country' is where you're heading, not where you are. Don't misread that hadith.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!