“Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.”

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Come in, my dear from that harsh world that has rained elements of stone upon your tender face. Every soul should receive a toast from us for bravery!

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

What is the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.