“A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?”

“Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound.Are you coming?”

“An eye is meant to see things.The soul is here for its own joy.A head has one use: For loving a true love.Feet: To chase after.Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,for learning what men have done and tried to do.Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blindwhen it only wants to see why.A lover is always accused of something.But when he finds his love, whatever was lostin the looking comes back completely changed.”

“I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.”

“And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be,Without your love's security?”

“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.”

“Be quiet now and wait.It may be that the ocean one,the one we desire so to move into and become,desires us out here on land a little longer,going our sundry roads to the shore.”