You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

For me to praise is interrupting praise.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

In his mind she lay at his lap with his fingers gliding thru her straight beautiful hair. He smiles and says" your beauty lights up everything around you.

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .