Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.

My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.