My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.
Why run around sprinkling holy water? There’s an ocean inside you, and when you’re ready, you’ll drink.
Sing such a song with all of your heart that you’ll never have to sing again.
If I make the seven oceans ink, if I make the trees my pen, if I make the earth my paper, the glory of God cannot be written.
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.
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.
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?
My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.
Do not praise yourself nor slander others: There are still many days to go and anything could happen.
Stand firm in that which you are.
The truth of love is the truth of the universe: it is the lamp of the soul that reveals the secrets of darkness.
What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?
The stone neither speaks nor gives anything. Therefore its service is fruitless and its worship is of no avail.
Men have always looked before and after, and rebelled against the existing order. But for their divine discontent, men would not have been men, and there would have been no progress in human affairs.
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!
As the bee collecteth honey with great zest, so the fool collecteth wealth.
God, provide me with enough sustenance that my family is taken care of, that neither I remain hungry, nor does my guest go unfed.
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?
Do you believe there is some place that will make thesoul less thirsty? In that great absence you will find nothing.
The person who makes all cares into one care the care for simply staying present will be cared for by that presence which is creative love.