Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.

I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.

Love's nationality is separate from all other religions, The lover's religion and nationality is the Beloved (God). The lover's cause is separate from all other causes Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.

This dance is the joy of existence.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.