“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.”

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You wander restlessly from forest to forest while the Reality is within your own dwelling.

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

The instruction of the foolish is a waste of knowledge; soap cannot wash charcoal white.

Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house; and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet. Think about it carefully! Don’t go off somewhere else! just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

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

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman. There is not even a rope to tow the boat, and no one to pull it. There is no earth, no sky, no time, no thing, no shore, no ford!

Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.

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

Lift the veil that obscures the heart, and there you will find what you are looking for.

The world will die, but I shall not die.If God dies, then I will die;If he does not die, then why should I die?

But if a mirror ever makes you sad you should know that it does not know you.

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

Admire the diamond that can bear the hits of a hammer. Many deceptive preachers, when critically examined, turn out to be false.

Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Through the years, I have learned there is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration.

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.

Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

It is the duty of every man, as far as his ability extends, to detect and expose delusion and error.

Every one of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false Self. We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.

Every one of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false Self. We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.