If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.
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.
Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.
They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?