Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.