Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

Poverty is not for the sake of hardship. No, it is there because nothing exists but Allah. Poverty unlocks the door - what a blessed key!

War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.

Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.