Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.
There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.
