“Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.”

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world – Something good will happen.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Run my dear, From anything, That may not strengthen, Your precious budding wings.

You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let’s just get out of this mess.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Think of suffering as being washed.