Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One.Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me...

Ich sehe Deine Schönheit ganz,schließ ich die Augen mein,Und schließ’ den Mund ich, trinke ichnur immer Deinen Wein.Verboten gilt mir das Gesprächmit Menschen in der Welt -Doch wenn von Dir gesprochen wird:lang wird mein Wort...

If I could repeat it,people passing by would be enlightened and go free.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, ‘Who is there?’The lover replied, ‘It is I.”Go hence,’ returned the voice;’there is no room within for thee and...

In the silence of loveyou will find the spark of life

The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.

You are an ocean in a drop of dew,all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then,these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for,hoping they will make you more alive?

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky...

Beauty surrounds us.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,no light and no land anywhere,cloudcover thick. I try to stayjust above the surface, yet I’m already underand living within the ocean.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

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.

The cure for pain is in the pain.

Out beyond ideasof wrongdoing and rightdoing,there is a field.I’ll meet you there.

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: “My Companions are as stars. Whomsoever of them you follow, you will be rightly guided.” When a man looks at a star, and finds his way...

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.

I am your moon and your moonlight tooI am your flower garden and your water tooI have come all this way, eager for youWithout shoes or shawlI want you to laughTo kill all your worriesTo...

Don’t try to steer the boat. Don’t open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God’s mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

A wealth you cannot imagineflows through you.Do not consider what strangers say.Be secluded in your secret heart-house,that bowl of silence.

I waitwith silent passionfor one gestureone glancefrom you

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

What you seek is seeking you.

you are a volume in the divine booka mirror to the power that created the universewhatever you want, ask it of yourselfwhatever you’re looking for can only be foundinside of you

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Where lowland is, that’s where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.

There is nothing I want but your presence.In friendship, time dissolves.Life is a cup. This connectionis pure wine. What else are cups for?I used to have twenty thousanddifferent desires.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that...

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don’t think all ecstasies are the same!

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

An eye is meant to see things.The soul is here for its own joy.A head has one use: For loving a true love.Feet: To chase after.Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,for learning...

If you are seeking, seek us with joyFor we live in the kingdom of joy.Do not give your heart to anything elseBut to the love of those who are clear joy,Do not stray into the...

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

You have forgotten the Onewho doesn’t care about ownership,who doesn’t try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.

Life’s waters flow from darkness, Search the darkness, don’t run from it.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

Forget safety.Live where you fear to live.Destroy your reputation.Be notorious.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk Iwas.