• Place before the sun a burning candle,
    And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze.
    The candle exists no longer
    But is transformed
    Into the light. 

    - Rumi

  • Are you looking for me?  I am in the next seat.
    My shoulder is against yours.
    You will not find me in 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.

    - Kabir

  • The darkness of night is coming along fast, and
    The shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
    Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.
    Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
    Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
    Waves are coming in:
    There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
    Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!
    Kabir says Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
    The Guest I love is inside me! 

    - Kabir

  • Wayfarer,
    Your body is my prayer carpet,
    For I can see in your eyes
    That you are exquisitely woven
    With the finest silk and wool.  

    - Hafiz

  • Come, come whoever you are,
    Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
    It doesn't matter.
    Ours is not a caravan of despair;
    Ours is a caravan of joy.
    Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times
    Come, come, yet again, come. 

    - Rumi

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  • I was sleeping, and being comforted by a cool breeze,
    When suddenly a gray dove, from a thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
    And reminded me of my own passion.
    I had been away from my own soul so long,
    So late-sleeping, but that dove's crying woke me and made me cry.
    Praise to all early-waking grievers!

    Student, do the simple purification.
    You know that the seed is inside the horse-chestnut tree;
    And inside the seed there are the blossoms of the tree, and the chestnuts, and the shade.
    So inside the human body there is the seed, and inside the seed there is the human body again.
    Fire, air, earth, water, and space --- if you don't want the secret one,
    You can't have these either.
    Thinkers, listen, tell me what you know of that is not inside the soul?
    Take a pitcher full of water and set it down on 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.
    If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth:
    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.

    - Kabir