Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

Nothing can nourish the SOUL but LIGHT.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

Don't dismiss the heart, even if it's filled with sorrow. God's treasures are buried in broken hearts.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances