“Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion.”

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?

Wherever you are, that’s the entry point.

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

I brought color to bridal. There was one whole season of blush. If you think about the bareness, the illusion (fabric), the corsets that I did in bridal, they were trends in ready-to-wear, too.

If freedom is a requisite for human happiness, then all that’s necessary is to provide the illusion of freedom.

We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion.

Out of the doctrine of original sin grew the crimes and miseries of asceticism, celibacy and witchcraft; woman becoming the helpless victim of all these delusions.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

Mirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.

Rulers who destroy men’s freedom commonly begin by trying to retain its forms. … They cherish the illusion that they can combine the prerogatives of absolute power with the moral authority that comes from popular assent.