There Is A Window From One Heart

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let Me Show You One Tiny Spot Of The Beauty That Can't Be Spoken.

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

Treasure Is Stored In The Ruined Places. Do Not Break The Hearts Of The Poor And Heartbroken People