I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.