You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Say Bismillah, In the name of God, as the shaykh does with a knife when he offers an animal. Bismillah your old self to find your real name. - Jalaluddin al

Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.