Open your hands if you want to be held.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

If you are looking for a friend who is faultless, you will be friendless.

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.