And He Misses Her Like A Wind

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.

Everyone Is So Afraid Of Death, But The Real Sufis Just Laugh: Nothing Tyrannizes Their Hearts. What Strikes The Oyster Shell Does Not Damage The Pearl

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Revile Those Who Flatter You.

Let Silence Take You To The Core Of Life.