People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul's life, Love is simply creation's greatest joy.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work. - Robert Frost Now that all your worry has proved such an unattractive business - why not find a better job?

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Come in, my dear, from that harsh world that has rained elements of stone upon your tender face. Every soul should receive a toast from us for bravery!

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.