God has placed in each soul a true guide to the light, but man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

Look! Here am I right within you.
Not in a temple, nor in a mosque,
Not in Kaaba nor Kailas,
But here, right within you am I.

Except for our bodies there are no other temples in the world

Truth is an experience, not a belief. Truth never comes by studying about
it; truth has to be encountered, truth has to be faced. The person who
studies about love is like the person who studies about the Himalayas by
looking at the map of the mountains. The map is not the mountain! And if you
start believing in the map, you will go on missing the mountain. If you
become too much obsessed with the map, the mountain may be there dust in
front of you, but still you will not be able to see it. And that's how it
is. The mountain is in front of you, but your eyes are full of maps-maps of
the mountain, maps about the same mountain, made by different explorers.
Somebody has climbed the mountain from the north side, somebody from the
east. They have made different maps: Koran, Bible, Gita different maps of
the same truth. But you are too full of the maps, too burdened by their
weight; you cannot move even an inch. You cannot see the mountain just
standing in front of you, virgin snow peaks shining like gold in the morning
sun. You don't have the eyes to see it. The prejudiced eye is blind, the
heart full of conclusions is dead. Too many a priori assumptions and your
intelligence starts losing its sharpness, its beauty, its intensity. It
becomes dull. Dull intelligence is what is called intellect. Your so-called
intelligentsia are not really intelligent, they are just intellectual.
Intellect is a corpse. You can decorate it-you can decorate it with great
pearls, diamonds, emeralds, but still a corpse is a corpse. To be alive is a
totally different matter.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

'You are Life passing through your body, passing through your mind, passing through your soul. Once you find that out, not with logic, not with the intellect, but because you can feel that Life - you find out that you are the force that makes the flowers open and close, that makes the hummingbird fly from flower to flower. You find out that you are in every tree, and you are in every animal, vegetable, and rock. You are that force that moves the wind and breathes through your body. The whole universe is a living being that is moved by that force, and that is what you are. You are Life.'

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

The problem with humans is that they don't know they have a magical kitchen (wherein, you can have any food you want, from any place in any quantity, without limitation or restriction) in their heart. A long time ago, we closed our hearts and we can no longer feel the love that is in there. At some point, we became afraid, because love isn't fair. Love hurts. Then we become selfish and close our hearts tightly. It isn't safe to love, we believe. Then in a relationship, there is a war for control. What we call love-someone who needs me, who cares about me-isn't love; it is selfishness. How can that work? Then we search for advice on love and sex. Yet, there is nothing to learn about love. Everything is already there, in our genes, in our nature. We don't have to learn anything except what we invent in this world of illusion. We search for love outside ourselves when love is all around us. Love is everywhere, but we don't have the eyes to see. Our emotional body is no longer tuned to love. People are starving for love, not knowing their heart is a magical kitchen. Your heart is a magical kitchen. Open your heart. Open your magical kitchen and refuse to walk around the world begging for love. In your heart is all the love you need. Your heart can create any amount of love, not just for yourself, but for the whole world. When we know that our heart is a magical kitchen, we are always generous and our love is completely unconditional.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.