To Find The Beloved, You Must Become

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

Allah Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion. He Concealed The Sea And Made The Foam Visible, The Wind Invisible, And The Dust Manifest. You See The Dust Whirling, But How Can The Dust Rise By Itself? You See The Foam, But Not The Ocean. Invoke Him With Deeds, Not Words; For Deeds Are Real And Will Save You In The Infinite-life.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

I Belong To No Religion. My Religion Is Love. Every Heart Is My Temple.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.