Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

Every step I take is a blessing.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

Achieve some perfection [excellence] yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

There is a Soul within the Soul. Seek it out. There is a Treasure in your mountain. Seek it Out. A mystic in motion, if that's what you are, don't seek out there; seek inside.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.