Love Towards All

Malice Towards None

— Khoji

The inner experience of the Soul is called ‘Intuition’ or ‘Divine Consciousness’. This ‘INTUITION’ is the only means of contact or ‘Communion’ between Man and God. It is through ‘intuition’ that humanity can realize Divinity and experience all the Divine attributes of : Divine Will, Divine Law, Divine Joy, Divine Compassion, Divine Benevolence, Divine Love, and Divine Grace.

— Khoji, Divine Will

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“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”


Edgar Degas

“…this is love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself; if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that falls to pieces. This other, because it likewise exists outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and both the other and I are only this consciousness of being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity. This is love, and without knowing that love is both a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction, one speaks emptily of It.”

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

“The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.”“On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

“God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.”

Søren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard

“Love is the divine Mother’s arms; when those arms are spread, every soul falls into them.”

Hazrat Inyat Khan

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“We cling to religion as an ornament, an embellishment, certificate of credibility, appendage, fashion, testimonial, feather in the cap! So God stays away from us – as we simply do not need Him yet. When we actually feel the need for Him. Yearn and cry for Him, and His love, ‘religiosity’ is torn asunder, and universal aspect of Religion shines forth with the grace of God and is perceived and realized in full glory of divine light and love.”

— Professor Puran Singh

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“This silent poet makes the rivers cry and sets the hills on fire by touch of his emotion. He remains behind the scenes, invisible, with his flute ringing in the loneliness of a dark midnight. His touch alone can make a poet. I have seen unlettered men and women glowing with poetry when sitting near him. I wander around his rooms, sit here and stand there, do nothing, think nothing, just wonder, admire and take tea with him, or enjoy a morning meal in his company, gaze at him as he bathes, as he eats and talks, as he listens to the conversation of those around him, and when I come away I invariably find myself full of a divine love.

After seeing him I find myself a beautiful thing worthy of my own homage and love and admiration. I feel like worshipping myself. I find myself intensely creative and when he thinks of me ardently I am inspired with a new passion of life.”

— Prof Puran Singh talking about Bhai Vir Singh Ji

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“I have loved in life and I have been loved.
I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar,
and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
My heart has been rent and joined again;
My heart has been broken and again made whole;
My heart has been wounded and healed again;
A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire,
and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
I wept in love and made all weep with me;
I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men;
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear;
With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved,
I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love,
“Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.”
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear,
“My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover,
and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.”


Hazrat Inayat Khan, The Dance of The Soul