Fasting Blinds The Body In Order To

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.