Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.