Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.