I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.