Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom
What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,not from the shafts of nature nor from the spher...
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
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.
By the day,I praised you and never knew it, by night, I stayed with you and never knew it. I always thought I was me but no,I was you and never knew it.
With life as short as a half taken breath, don't plant anything but love.
Don't you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.
I will soothe you and heal you,I will bring you roses.I too have been covered with thorns.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute
Give your weakness to one who helps.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
Infinite mercy flows continuallyBut you're asleep and can't see it.The sleeper's robe goes on drinking river waterWhile he frantically hunts mirages in dreamsAnd runs continually here and there shouti...
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 by it, the st...
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.
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.
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...