A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.
You think the shadow is the substance.
We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear
The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved,be like that to me!
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
There comes a holy and transparent time when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears. This is the time the Beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth. This is the time of the opening of the ROSE.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
Dive today from the cliff of what you know into what you can't know.
Know, son, that everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty, the universe is a drop of the 'Tigris of His beauty, this beauty was a Hidden Treasure so full it burst open and made the earth more radiant than the heavens.
There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
I know you're tired but come, this is the way.
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
In truth everything and everyone Is a shadow of the Beloved, And our seeking is His seeking And our words are His words... We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him. Sitting by His side, we ask: 'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Close the language-door, and open the love-window
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
In truth, everything and everyone is a shadow of the Beloved.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.
And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.
We are the Sun with all the different kinds of Light.
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