“Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.”

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.

Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this… and the Ocean does that.

Time is not on our side it never has been and I know this storm seems to never end but its coming our time is coming.

Life is not meaningful…unle ss it is serving an end beyond itself; unless it is of value to someone else.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

My business is to enjoy and have fun. And why not, if in the end everything will end, right?

Music is your only friend until the end…

Illusion throughout is illusion. There is no end to it, just as there is no end to imagination.

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end.