Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.
Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.
Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.
Everything is soul and flowering.
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.