Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.