We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

You’re a song, a wished-for song.

The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds. He who fares without any doubt, adhere to his footprints if you do not know the way. Cleave to the footprints of the deer and advance with care that you may reach the musk-gland. By means of such trekking, even if you walk on fire, you will reach the luminous peak.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.