“Follow my tracks in the sand that leadBeyond thought and space.”

“Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart.”

“Run my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.”

“Build a House for men and birds.Sit with them and play music.For a day, for just one day,talk about that which disturbs no oneand bring some peace,my friend,into your beautiful eyes.”

“TRIPPING OVER JOYWhat is the differenceBetween your experience of ExistenceAnd that of a saint?The saint knowsThat the spiritual pathIs a sublime chess game with GodAnd that the BelovedHas just made such a Fantastic MoveThat the saint is now continuallyTripping over JoyAnd bursting out in LaughterAnd saying, “I Surrender!”Whereas, my dear,I am afraid you still thinkYou have a thousand serious moves.”

“شب تاریک و بیم موج و گردابی چنین هایلکجا دانند حال ما سبکباران ساحل ها”

“The way is full of perils and the goal far out of sight.There is no road to which there is no end, do not despair.”