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.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.

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

Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.

We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here.

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?