“When the flower opens, the bees will come.”

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

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet.

The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that comes, the petal falls.

Why are we here? To become ourselves in you.

Reading books everyone died, none became any wise. One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise.

The Beloved is inside you and also inside me. You know the tree is hidden inside the seed. Let your arrogance go. None of us has gone far. Inside love there is more power than we realize.

Forgiveness is a game only saints play Kabir.

Love does not grow on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be “LOVED” one must first know how to give (unconditional) LOVE.

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.

Take a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water-now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn’t give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.

Within the body there is played Music unending, though without stringed instruments That music of the Word pervades the entire creation Who listens to it is freed from all illusion.

If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?

Wherever you are, that’s the entry point.

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

Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.

Path presupposes distance; If He be near, no path needest thou at all. Verily it maketh me smile To hear of a fish in water athirst!

The things that mattered were honesty, independence, willingness to admit ignorance.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

The Fascist game plan: a single party, speaking with one voice, controlling every state institution, claiming to represent all people, and labeling the entire sham a triumph of the popular will.

I don’t have any control over what actually happens except that I have full control over my will for myself, my intention, and why I’m there. That’s all that matters.

Men are Moved by two levers only: fear and self interest.

And the more you build your will by doing hard things, the stronger your will becomes.

And there’s grace in being willing to know and hear others. This, for me, is how we become.

Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.