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.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.

There is a path from me to you that I am constantly looking for.

Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside