Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.

With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.