To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.

I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you into my heart. I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had, and lift you like a prayer to the sky.

You are the mirror of divine beauty.

Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .