Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
Try another way of looking. Try you looking and the whole universe seeing.