If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.
Those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.
A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.
Tomorrow you’ll be brave, you say? Fool! Dive today.
As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.
Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.
Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
At every moment, Love’s voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.
There is a city in which you find everything you desire-handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind-all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.
There’s hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness.
Idle man, chases after fairy tales...
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.
Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.
You are the fountain of the sun. I’m the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
New organs of perception come into being as a result of necessity. Therefore, O man, increase your necessity, so that you may increase your perception.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?