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.
I can heal a broken heart with a smile.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.
When you are dead, seek for your resting place not in the earth, but in the hearts of men.
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