“Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.”

The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you,as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within.

What is a holy person? The one who is aware of others’ suffering.

My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

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?