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

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!

A learned man’s knowledge will be of no avail to him if he doesn’t have control over his tongue.

I’ve burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand.Now I’ll burn down the house of anyone who wants to follow me.

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

Listen to your own Self. If you listen to that Self within, then you find the Truth.