Don’t seek the water; get thirst.
There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together.
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
Don’t stray from your Heart’s intent.
Students of cunning have consumed their hearts and learned only tricks; they’ve thrown away real riches: patience, self-sacrifice, generosity. Rich thought opens the way.
I’ve said before that every craftsman searches for what’s not there to practice his craft.
Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
The way to heaven is within. Shake the wings of love-when love’s wings have become strong, there is no need to trouble about a ladder.
Those who don’t feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.
I am pure light, not just a fistful of clay. The shell is not me, I came as the royal pearl within. Look at me not with outward eye but with inward vision of the heart; Follow me there and see how unencumbered we become.
Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can’t be spoken.
Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.
Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.
We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won’t do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here.
O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.