شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

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.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.