Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.
Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.
No one can tell if Iām laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.