Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

No more words. Hear only the voice within.

Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread. If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul. If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.