Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
It's 4 A.M. Nasruddin leaves the tavern and walks the town aimlessly. A policeman stops him. Why are you out wandering the streets in the middle of the night? Sir, replies Nasruddin, if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!
In comfort and abundance the Friend raised me. With vein and skin He tailored this ragged body. It's just a robe worn by a Sufi, the heart. The whole universe is a khaneqah1 and He is my Shaikh.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.
Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.