What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.

Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

Everything has to do with loving and not loving.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Allah made the illusion look real and the real an illusion. He concealed the sea and made the foam visible, the wind invisible, and the dust manifest. you see the dust whirling, but how can the dust rise by itself? you see the foam, but not the ocean. invoke Him with deeds, not words; for deeds are real and will save you in the infinite-life.