Try Something Different. Surrender.

You're Not A Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Entire Ocean In A Drop.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Your Mind, This Globe Of Awareness, Is A Starry Universe. When You Push Off With Your Foot, A Thousand New Roads Become Clear.

The World Is Nothing But A Moment.

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.