Land of the rising sun

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.