#bhakti

Do not go to the garden of flowers! O friend! go not there; in your body is the garden of flowers.

Surrender is giving oneself up to the original cause of one's being.

True devotion is dissolving the separate self in love.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You do not see that the One is in your home, and so you wander from forest to forest listlessly.

Why should I search in Kashi and Kaaba when my Beloved sits right beside me in the quiet breath?

Without devotion, ritual is a dry branch. With love, every common action becomes high worship.

The moth sees the flame and dives in with joyous surrender; the true lover surrenders all petty selfhood in the flame of truth.

The lamp that burns with the oil of devotion and the wick of pure intention sheds light across the three worlds.

The physician took my pulse and shook his head; he did not know that my sickness was the sweet longing for the Divine.

When the mind is silent, the unstruck sound (*Anahata*) fills the universe with heavenly harmony.

The rose blooms amidst sharp thorns yet shares its fragrance with friend and foe alike; be like the rose.

The ocean never runs dry because it receives all streams with open arms; expand your heart to hold all beings.

The cloud gives rain without asking whose field it waters; let your benevolence be unconditional.