When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
Swim out of your little pond.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.