Was there ever a more horrible blasphemy than the statement that all the knowledge of God is confined to this or that book?
Burnt offerings, sacred feasts, intense meditations, puja and taking millions of cleansing baths at sacred shrines of pilgrimage: the merits of all these can be obtained by enshrining Lord within your heart for a fraction of a second.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Let your aims be common, and your hearts of one accord, and all of you be of one mind, so you may live well together.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
If you want to leave the world better than you found it, then use your heart of compassion and your life of concern.
