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

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

There is nothing but water in the holy pools. I know, I have been swimming there. All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can’t say a word. I know, I have been crying out to them. The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words. I looked through their covers one day sideways. What Kabir talks of is only what he has lived through. If you have not lived through something, it is not true.

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

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

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.

It is the spirit of the quest which helps