I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.

If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.

There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.

Only love itself can explain love and lovers.

What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.