I sell mirrors in the city of the blind.

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly - you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.

One love it is that pervades the whole world, few there are who know it fully: They are blind who hope to see it by the light of reason, that reason which is the cause of separation - The house of reason is very far away!

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

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

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.

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