The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Whatever purifies you is the correct road.

O Beloved, where is the Beloved?

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

Love is the vital core of the soul. And of all you see, only love is infinite.

The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.