I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants- perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew, and that's why everything you do has some weird sense of failure in it.

Music without words means leaving behind the mind. And leaving behind the mind is meditation. Meditation returns you to the source. And the source of all is sound.

He is the real Guru Who can reveal the form of the formless before your eyes; who teaches the simple path, without rites or ceremonies; Who does not make you close your doors, and hold your breath, and renounce the world; Who makes you perceive the Supreme Spirit whenever the mind attaches itself; Who teaches you to be still in the midst of all your activities. Fearless, always immersed in bliss, he keeps the spirit of yoga in the midst of enjoyments.

As long as a human being worries about when he will die, and what he has that is his, all of his works are zero. When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, then the work of the Teacher is over.

As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord, The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance. But when I silenced my mouth, sat very still And fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord, I was linked to the music of the Word, And all my talking came to an end.

For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake?

Wear a crown of flowers on your head, let its roots reach your heart

As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

Do what you do with another human being, but never put them out of your heart.

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hair matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

Wherever you are, that's the entry point.

I went in search of a bad person; I found none as I, seeing myself, found me the worst.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

Faith, Waiting in the heart of a seed, Promises a miracle of life which cannot prove at once.

The man who is kind and who practices righteousness, who remains passive against the affairs of the world, who considers all creatures on earth as his own self, he attains the Immortal Being; the true God is ever with him.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. I laugh when I hear that people go on pilgrimage to find God.

There is nothing but water in the holy pools. I know, I have been swimming there. All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word. I know, I have been crying out to them. The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words. I looked through their covers one day sideways. What Kabir talks of is only what he has lived through. If you have not lived through something, it is not true.

Now I have no caste, no creed, I am no more what I am!

Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within.

God, provide me with enough sustenance that my family is taken care of, that neither I remain hungry, nor does my guest go unfed.

Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!