Say Bismillah, In the name of God, as the shaykh does with a knife when he offers an animal. Bismillah your old self to find your real name. - Jalaluddin al

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.

To change, you must face the dragon of your appetites with another dragon: the life-energy of the soul.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.