Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts; That's Why They Have So Much Heartache And Sorrow.

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.

Those Who Are Pure In Heart Achieve God-consciousness; They Are Truly And Actually Aware Of God At The Center Of Their Being (their Heart). These Sanctified Individuals Are Said To Be Possessors Of The Heart.