It’s your road, and yours alone.others may walk it with you,but no one can walk it for you.

You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.You need more help than you know.

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

You think of yourselfas a citizen of the universe.You think you belong to this world of dust and matter.Out of this dustyou have created a personal image,and have forgottenabout the essence of your true origin

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.

If Light Is In Your HeartYou Will Find Your Way Home.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.

You could string a hundred endless days together,My soul would find no comfort from this pain.You laugh at my tale? You may be educatedBut you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Beyond Islam and unbelief there is a desert plain. For us, there is a passion in the midst of that expanse. The knower who reaches there will prostrate, there is neither Islam nor unbelief, nor...

Dear soul, don’t set a high value on someone before they deserve it; You either lose them or ruin yourself…!

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.

Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty....

A Moment Of Happiness: A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I,...

Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less.Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

With life as short as a half taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.

From “Wetness and Water”How does a part of the world leave the world?How can wetness leave water?Do not try to put out a fireby throwing on more fire.Do not wash a wound with blood.No matter...

The word grows mad on the fermentOf angry actions, the authorities can only inflictVisible punishments. Now regard with the unpracticedInner eye the unseen presence of Judgement thenYou will understand the nature of your soul’s torment

Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you’ve been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you’ve always looked outside for Him,and haven’t searched within your own house.

I love my friendsneither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case…Heart might stop. Mind can forget. I love them with my soul. Soul never stops or forgets.

silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.

I made an oath to myself:as long as I liveas long as my soul remains in this bodyI won’t deviate from the right waybut later I looked to my left and then to my rightand...

The world’s flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:eat less of it, for it is full of fire.Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably....

When you go through a hard period,When everything seems to oppose you,… When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,NEVER GIVE UP!Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.

Let silence take you to the core of life.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as a plant and rose to animal,I died as an animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

This silence, this moment, every moment, if it’s genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There’s nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty.Sit quietly, and listen...

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,and in exchange gain the Ocean.Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor,and in the arms of the Sea be secure.Who indeed should be so fortunate?An Ocean wooing...

A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has...

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,but they are really tearing out their wingsfor the sake of an illusion.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one

The ground’s generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

My BelovedKnow that my beloved in hidden from everyoneKnow that she is beyond the belief of all beliefsKnow that in my heart she is as clear as the moonKnow that she is the life in...

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

Come to the orchard in Spring.There is light and wine, and sweetheartsin the pomegranate flowers.If you do not come, these do not matter.If you do come, these do not matter.

You are the source of the sun.And I am the willow’s shadow. Oh, you have struck me on the head,Wretch that I am, on fire am I.

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling,...

Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.