Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

I am sunlight slicing the dark.

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

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception.

A Candle never Loses any of its Light while Lighting up another candle.