Land of the rising sun

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.