Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Let yourself become living poetry.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances
I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.