Life is a shadow, reflected back at me…
But know this: the shadow is not me;
I am the being that dissolves behind the shadow.

Each time I look, I seem to be searching for myself,
yet in truth, I am gazing into absence.
I am not; the shadow does not exist—
there is only Allah.

When He makes me forget myself, He becomes visible;
being and non-being intertwine.
Life is not me;
I am a trembling particle,
melting with the shadow,
quivering in a silence untouched even by light.

Everything is of itself, everything is from itself;
the self is erased,
and all flows within His light.

And there, in the heart of nothingness,
existence itself beats—
no shadow remains,
only He.

Life is a shadow, reflected back at me…
But know this: the shadow is not me;
I am the being that dissolves behind the shadow.

Each time I look, I seem to be searching for myself,
yet in truth, I am gazing into absence.
I am not; the shadow does not exist—
there is only Allah.

When He makes me forget myself, He becomes visible;
being and non-being intertwine.
Life is not me;
I am a trembling particle,
melting with the shadow,
quivering in a silence untouched even by light.

Everything is of itself, everything is from itself;
the self is erased,
and all flows within His light.

And there, in the heart of nothingness,
existence itself beats—
no shadow remains,
only He.

When spiritual practices lose their purpose, when there is no other left to touch, truth emerges from its shadows.

Dreams are born from the pain of separation.It is the first sign of returning to home.

Edilgenliğin illüzyonu etken olduğunu sanmaktır,farkındalığı ise sonsuz olduğunu görmektir.Rüya ayrılık acısından doğar…Yuvaya dönüşün ilk alametidir.

The face you look at is yourself.

Лице које гледаш си ти.

Var olmak, yok olmaktan geçer.

Everything that is thought to be the end is the threshold of a beginning.