Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
Many have been led astray by the Qur’an: by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well. There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man, for it was you who had no desire to reach the top.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I’d worship someone who could do that.
The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both, you don’t belong with us.
There is an original inside me.
Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.
Lo, I am with you always means when you look for God, God is in the look of your eyes, in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self, or things that have happened to you. There’s no need to go outside.
Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.
The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I’ve been there many times.
Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
If you want money more than anything, you’ll be bought and sold your whole life.
There is no worse torture than knowing intellectually about love and the way.
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
Muhammad says, ‘Love of one’s country is a part of the faith.’ But don’t take that literally! Your real ‘country’ is where you’re heading, not where you are. Don’t misread that hadith.
Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don’t see anything.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
We’ve given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.
Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.