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

I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.

I know you're tired but come, this is the way.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.