Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

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

I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.