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Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl
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When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted
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The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
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You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.
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Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.
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Truth is like a bell. We strike it, and then the beautiful resonance of sound fades into silence.
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My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
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Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
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Seek us in love itself, Seek love in us ourselves. Sometimes I venerate love, Sometimes it venerates me.
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You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever.
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The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked
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Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.
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Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
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Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will never lead you astray.
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A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice. I am scrap wood thrown in your fire, and quickly reduced to smoke.
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A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.
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Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.
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In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
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Poems are rough notations for the music we are.
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Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
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God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive
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I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
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You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart. You know what's on my mind, you've heard my thoughts. I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
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I have put the ear of my soul in the widow of your heart.