The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.

World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.

I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God

Go back, go back to sleep. Yes, you are allowed. You who have no Love in your heart, you can go back to sleep. The power of Love is exclusive to us, you can go back to sleep. I have been burnt by the fire of Love. You who have no such yearning in your heart, go back to sleep. The path of Love, has seventy-two folds and countless facets. Your love and religion is all about deceit, control and hypocrisy, go back to sleep. I have torn to pieces my robe of speech, and have let go of the desire to converse. You who are not naked yet, you can go back to sleep.