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.

Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.

I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.