“Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy.”

Let’s get loose with Compassion. Let’s drown in the delicious ambience of Love.

How seek the way which leadeth to our wishes? By renouncing our wishes. The crown of excellence is renunciation.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.

If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience in the distress of the flood, Calamity turns aside, and the desire of a thousand years comes forth.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Light will someday split you open.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

I wish I could show you the astonishing light of your own being.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

They fear; Fragile feminine body with a rigid sense of integrity.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.

I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.

Bodily exercise, when compulsory, does no harm to the body; but knowledge which is acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind.

Some say your body is a temple. But I’m feeling trapped within this flesh. My mind is a haunted fortress and I’m a prisoner in duress.

When people see an actor speak, they think they know him or her, whereas I’m just a face or a body to them.