Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt….

Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness is the envy of angels and its courage keeps even devils away..

Go my friend bestow your love even on your enemies if you touch their hearts what do you think will happen..

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. ….

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God..

Let yourself become living poetry..

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music..

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking..

Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths..

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full..

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone ….

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the….

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours..

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in ….

The world is like a courtroom, with God as our judge. We are called upon to fulfill our covenant with God, who asked, "Am I not your Lord?" To which ….

Are you searching for the river of your soul? Then come out of your prison. Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the ocean..

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire..

Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call..

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean..

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope..

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart..