“Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.”

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.

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

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.

The sun will stand as your best man And whistle When you have found the courage To marry forgiveness When you have found the courage to marry Love.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.

You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.

It is the duty of the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

A man that is young in years may be old in hours if he have lost no time.

There is no comparison between that which is lost by not succeeding and that which is lost by not trying.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”