I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
In truth everything and everyone Is a shadow of the Beloved, And our seeking is His seeking And our words are His words... We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him. Sitting by His side, we ask: 'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.
Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear
Live in the opening where there is no door to hide behind.
It's no good giving my heart and my Soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
From "Wetness and Water" How does a part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Do not try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire. Do not wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes it's in front. Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you. What hurts you blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.
Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.
Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside
When one sense perceives the hidden, the invisible world becomes apparent to the whole.
Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.
Were there no men of vision, all who are blind would be dead.
And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.
There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.
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