You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.

Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.