Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested ... That's where the Light enters you.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.

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

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

Look past your thoughts, so you may drink the pure nectar of This Moment.