Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.
The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Start now.
The radiant one in me has never said a word...
O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart’s wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.
You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.
There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.
You think the shadow is the substance.
No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won’t let me grow to be a fool.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.
Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what’s hidden.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.
Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
Be an empty page, untouched by words.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
There is no reality but God, says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.
Even though you’re not equipped, keep searching: equipment isn’t necessary on the way to the Lord.