A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.

Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.

Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes — destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

We don’t find Godin temples and cathedrals.We don’t find Himby standing on a prayer rug or sitting in a pew.God appears when welove someone other than ourselves.And we continue to feel His presence when we do good for others.Because God is not foundin mosques and synagogues.He resides in ourhearts.

Yes, silence is painful, but if you endure it, you will hear the cadence of the entire universe.