Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I’ll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grassthe world is too full to talk about.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
I am your moon and your moonlight tooI am your flower garden and your water tooI have come all this way, eager for youWithout shoes or shawlI want you to laughTo kill all your worriesTo love youTo nourish you.
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being.
When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don’t run away from this dying. Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.
Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God’s lover, yet you worry what people are saying.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
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?
Be empty of worrying.Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prisonWhen the door is so wide open?
Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah…it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Do you know what you are?You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself;everything that you want, you are already that.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.
Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave ’til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
You think of yourselfas a citizen of the universe.You think you belong to this world of dust and matter.Out of this dustyou have created a personal image,and have forgottenabout the essence of your true origin
You have forgotten the Onewho doesn’t care about ownership,who doesn’t try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.
The ground’s generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread. If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul. If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I,Kindness your deeds, kindness am I,Pleasant and gentle, so you are,Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
Where lowland is, that’s where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute
When you go through a hard period,When everything seems to oppose you,… When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,NEVER GIVE UP!Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!
Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.The wound is the place where the Light enters you.Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew,all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then,these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for,hoping they will make you more alive?
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can’t hope.The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as a plant and rose to animal,I died as an animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.
Lovers find secret placesinside this violent worldwhere they make transactions with beauty.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I’ll meet you there.
I will soothe you and heal you,I will bring you roses.I too have been covered with thorns.
You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art.
My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you’ve been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you’ve always looked outside for Him,and haven’t searched within your own house.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.I don’t plan it.When I’m outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
A wealth you cannot imagineflows through you.Do not consider what strangers say.Be secluded in your secret heart-house,that bowl of silence.
It is certain that an atom of goodness on the path of faith is never lost.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
Knock, And He’ll open the doorVanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sunFall, And He’ll raise you to the heavensBecome nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.
Beyond Islam and unbelief there is a desert plain. For us, there is a passion in the midst of that expanse. The knower who reaches there will prostrate, there is neither Islam nor unbelief, nor any ‘where’ in that place.
Two there are, who are never satisfied; The lover of the world and the lover of Knowledge.
Last night you left me and sleptyour own deep sleep. Tonight you turnand turn. I say,‘You and I will be togethertill the universe dissolves.’You mumble back things you thought ofwhen you were drunk.
My heart is so smallit’s almost invisible.How can You place such big sorrows in it?”Look,” He answered,”your eyes are even smaller,yet they behold the world.
Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less.Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.
The universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are.
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;For I am like the Moon,you will see me with new face everyday.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
When soul risesInto lipsYou feel the kiss You have wanted
My Soul is my Guide, for my Soul is of that Abode I will not Speak of the Earthly, I am of the Unknown.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
If you desire healing,let yourself fall illlet yourself fall ill.
Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
If Light Is In Your HeartYou Will Find Your Way Home.
If metal can be polishedto a mirrorlike finish,what polishing might the mirrorof the heart require?Between the mirror and the heartis this single difference:the heart conceals secrets,while the mirror does not.
I love my friendsneither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case…Heart might stop. Mind can forget. I love them with my soul. Soul never stops or forgets.
My BelovedKnow that my beloved in hidden from everyoneKnow that she is beyond the belief of all beliefsKnow that in my heart she is as clear as the moonKnow that she is the life in my body and in my soul
You erased my famine, unpicked my angerYour energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;Now I am alive with the ore of words pouringFrom my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
In the silence of loveyou will find the spark of life
I waitwith silent passionfor one gestureone glancefrom you
Don’t you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can’t cope.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.
You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.
If you want money more than anything,you will be bought and sold.If you have a greed for food,you will become a loaf of bread.This is a subtle truth.Whatever you love, you are.
The Ego is a veil between humans and God’.”“In prayer all are equal.
It’s your road, and yours alone.others may walk it with you,but no one can walk it for you.
With life as short as a half taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.
Make it your habit to behold the Light without the glass, so that when the glass is shattered you may not be left blind.
Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
By the day,I praised you and never knew it, by night, I stayed with you and never knew it. I always thought I was me but no,I was you and never knew it.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom
Don’t make the body do what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished??
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,no light and no land anywhere,cloudcover thick. I try to stayjust above the surface, yet I’m already underand living within the ocean.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
DesireI desire youmore than foodand drinkMy bodymy sensesmy mindhunger for your tasteI can sense your presencein my heartalthough you belongto all the worldI waitwith silent passionfor one gestureone glancefrom you
When your heart becomes the grave of your secret, that desire of your will be gained more quickly.
There is nothing I want but your presence.In friendship, time dissolves.Life is a cup. This connectionis pure wine. What else are cups for?I used to have twenty thousanddifferent desires.
What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
Life’s waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don’t run from it.
You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.You need more help than you know.
The word grows mad on the fermentOf angry actions, the authorities can only inflictVisible punishments. Now regard with the unpracticedInner eye the unseen presence of Judgement thenYou will understand the nature of your soul’s torment
The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.
silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart.You know what’s on my mind, you’ve heard my thoughts.I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.Unable to see, I heard my name being called.Then I walked outside.
The minute I heard my first love story,I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.They’re in each other all along.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love’s presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.
Dear soul, don’t set a high value on someone before they deserve it; You either lose them or ruin yourself…!
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential.Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.
Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful.Close your ears and listen!
I am the servant of the Qur’an, for as long as I have a soul. I am the dust on the road of Muhammad, the Chosen One. If someone interprets my words in any other way, That person I deplore, and I deplore his words.
There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence.
The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.
Come to the orchard in Spring.There is light and wine, and sweetheartsin the pomegranate flowers.If you do not come, these do not matter.If you do come, these do not matter.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
If I could repeat it,people passing by would be enlightened and go free.
I made an oath to myself:as long as I liveas long as my soul remains in this bodyI won’t deviate from the right waybut later I looked to my left and then to my rightand I saw our beloved everywherehow could I make a wrong turn?
We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.
Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.
The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.
When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,but they are really tearing out their wingsfor the sake of an illusion.
Love is a madman,working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,running through the mountains, drinking poison,and now quietly choosing annihilation.
The world’s flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:eat less of it, for it is full of fire.Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,but its smoke becomes visible in the end.
You are the source of the sun.And I am the willow’s shadow. Oh, you have struck me on the head,Wretch that I am, on fire am I.
If the beloved is everywhere,the lover is a veil,but when living itself becomesthe Friend, lovers disappear.
You were sent to unite peopleYou were not been sent to divide people.
You were sent to unite peopleYou were not sent to divide people.
All the tears which we creatures shed for Him are not tears as many think but pearls….
Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.
You could string a hundred endless days together,My soul would find no comfort from this pain.You laugh at my tale? You may be educatedBut you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane
you are a volume in the divine booka mirror to the power that created the universewhatever you want, ask it of yourselfwhatever you’re looking for can only be foundinside of you
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.
The lover’s ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.
Die! Die! Die in this love!If you die in this love,Your soul will be renewed. Die! Die! Don’t fear the death of that which is knownIf you die to the temporal, You will become timeless.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk Iwas.
Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.
The wit taught by God to the beeIs withheld from the lion and the wild ass.