Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself

Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.