“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.”

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.

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.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

I caught the happy virus last night When I was out singing beneath the stars. It is remarkably contagious – So kiss me.

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Happiness is right in front of you.

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

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.

I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

Sometimes life is easier when you intentionally choose not to understand the meaning behind, when you try to look away from what’s apparent to the eyes of the mind.

I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

I am still looking for a soft heart in the eyes of a someone. A wild and innocent soul. Always breathless to take in a new horizon. Someone who is waiting to drive into the night and wants me to join them.

Every day is a holiday: you open your eyes, and you realize that you are alive, and this is already a great start, because you might not have woken up.