The river that flows in you also flows in me.

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.

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?

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

I laugh when I hear the fish in the water is thirsty.

The stone neither speaks nor gives anything. Therefore its service is fruitless and its worship is of no avail.

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