This love is the rose that blooms forever.
Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.
On a day when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open
and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a day.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within,
That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
There comes a holy and transparent time
when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears.
This is the time the Beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth.
This is the time of the opening of the Rose.
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
A rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorn.
The rose opens
And when it falls
Silence, you are the diamond in me
the Jewel of my real wealth!
From your soft earth grow thousands of rose gardens
whose perfumes drown me in my heart.
I will soothe you and heal you.
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.
With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven.
With thee a prison would be a rose-garden.
With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,
Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire!
Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain;
For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder,
Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.
There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in Love.
Only lovers can escape out of these two worlds.
This was ordained in creation.
Only from the heart can you reach the sky:
The Rose of Glory can grow only from the heart.
That which God said to the rose,
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don’t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
You’ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don’t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
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.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.