Your life has been a mad gamble. Make it more so. You have lost now a hundred times running. Roll the dice a hundred and one.
You have become a single string stretched on the fret. Expect to be struck.
Falcon’s claw on the dove’s soft side, you cannot find your home again? Hire a guide.
You have carved a pretend piece of wood. This is my horse, you say. Fine. Ride it to the next level.
You do not hear God talking to you? You pray instead. That is prayer without worship, brother. You must bow completely down to be beheaded.
Garlic and onion smell wonderful, but try to catch the fragrance of amber.
When Shams accepts you as companion, sit near him and listen.