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.

Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.

Whatever purifies you is the correct road.

Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.