It Is Not Solid Wood

All Names And Forms Are The Garbs And Covers Under Which The One Life Is Hidden.

I Played The Vina Until My Heart Turned Into The Same Instrument. Then I Offered This Instrument To The Divine Musician, The Only Muscian Existing. Since Then I Have Become His Flute, And When He Chooses He Plays His Music. The People Give Me Credit For This Music Which, In Reality, Is Not Due To Me, But To The Musician Who Plays His Own Instrument.

His Constant Fight Is With The Nafs (self-interest), The Root Of All Disharmony And The Only Enemy Of Man. By Crushing This Enemy Man Gains Mastery Over Himself; This Wins For Him Mastery Over The Whole Universe, Because The Wall Standing Between The Self And The Almighty Has Been Broken Down. Gentleness, Mildness, Respect, Humility, Modesty, Self-denial, Conscientiousness, Tolerance And Forgiveness Are Considered By The Sufi As The Attributes Which Produce Harmony Within One's Own Soul As Well As Within That Of Another.

People Who Have Never Had An Ideal May Hope To Find One; They Are In A Better State Than The People Who Allow The Circumstances Of Life To Break Their Ideal. To Fall Beneath One's Ideal Is To Lose One's Track In Life; Then Confusion Rises In The Mind, And That Light Which One Should Hold High Becomes Covered And Obscured, So That It Cannot Shine Out To Light One's Path.

A Person However Learned And Qualified In His Life's Work In Whom Gratitude Is Absent, Is Devoid Of That Beauty Of Character Which Makes Personality Fragrant.