“Speak only that which will bring you honor.”

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

The widow cries out at the door, The light of my mind has gone out, O my mother, with his death. So cry out, O soul brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.

But for disloyalty to her husband a wife is censured among men, and ,in her next life she is born in the womb of a jackal and tormented by diseases, the punishment of her sin.

Excluded from all fellowship at meals, excluded from all sacrifices, excluded from instruction and from matrimonial alliances, abject and excluded from all religious duties, let them wander over, this earth.

Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth – these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God.

That one plant should be sown and another be produced cannot happen; whatever seed is sown, a plant of that kind even comes forth.

The soul bride shall never be a widow, she shall never suffer sorrow.

When the purpose of the appointment to ,cohabit with the widow bas been attained in accordance with the law, those two shall behave towards each other like a father and a daughter in law.

Make of the Silence your to-do tasks, of the compassion your wealth and of the meditation your beggar’s bowl.

Let no man in the world live in delusion. Without a Guru none can cross over to the other shore.

Sing the songs of joy to the Lord, serve the Name of the Lord, and become the servant of His servants.

By twice born men a widow must not be appointed to ,cohabit with any other ,than her husband , for they who appoint ,her to another ,man , will violate the eternal law.

Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.

False is the body, false are the clothes; false is beauty.

Death would not be called bad, o people, if one knew how to truly die.

I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?

When you really look for me you will see me instantly.

When the Guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work. Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.

A man taking basil from a woman will love her always.

A person has to be willing to give up everything—not just wealth. All the bullshit he’s been taught—all society’s brainwashing.

When the flower opens, the bees will come.

We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.

Do you believe there is some place that will make thesoul less thirsty? In that great absence you will find nothing.