We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.
If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.
O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
If you wish to be a mine of jewels, open the deep ocean within your heart.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming