Do not think you are merely making rhymes. You are a hollow reed, and the breath of experience blows through you, making a music...

The world is a book, and each leaf, each stone, is a letter from the Beloved. But we have forgotten how to read. This...

My friend, do not turn away from what is broken. The world may teach you to discard the cracked pot and the torn garment,...

The world shouts and clamors, pulling your soul in a thousand directions until you forget its true name. But do not despair. Within you...

My friend, when the world's tavern seems to offer only bitter wine, do not despair. The heart is a garden that can bloom even...

The human soul is a garden, and our words are the water we offer it. A harsh command may cause a child to obey,...

I have learned that the heart's breaking is not its end, but its opening. We try so hard to patch our sorrows, to hide...

The world is a mirror, and a quarrel is but a crack that distorts the reflection of the Beloved we see in each other....

Beloved friend, the world outside may rage like a winter tempest, and the voices of fear may clamor for your attention. But within you,...