“Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.”

“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”

“Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.”

“On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.”

“THIS TORTUREWhy should we tell you our love storieswhen you spill them together like blood in the dirt?Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,or a fire we can’t see,but how does saying thatpush us through the top of the head intothe light above the head?Love is notan iron pot, so this boiling energywon’t help.Soul, heart, self.Beyond and within thoseis one saying,How long before I’m free of this torture!”

“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.”

“The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now.What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses.A left hand has become a right.A dark wall, a window.A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others.What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.”