When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

Trust means you're ready to risk what you currently have.

There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.

All is known in the sacredness of silence.

This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.

One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.