There is a path from one heart to another that you cannot see with eyes.

I choose what I am and what I am is human.

I have not come to teach you, I have come to love you.

I looked into the mirror, I couldn't find myself. I looked into you and there I was.

Till the fire of love engulfs your whole being, the human in you will keep sleeping.

I am no intellectual, I am but a drunkard, I am drunk with love for the people of earth.

I may be called by different titles in different parts of the world - in the west, a humanitarian scientist or a christian mystic - in the middle-east, a sufi or a pir - in the east, an advaitin or a buddha, but beyond the layers of terminologies, I am just a human living as human.

Islam means peace. So, when the self and peace become one, you become a muslim automatically. And that peaceful you no longer sees others as Christians or Hindus or Muslims or anything else, but only as possibilities of peace.

Call me sufi, call me humanitarian, call me non-dualist or call me advaitin - it's all one and the same, for all these terms are incomplete attempts of a juvenile species to define the mind-expanding sense of oneness of all beings.