This time I must confess
i feel a total hate for myself
while crowded and swarmed
my heart wishes to be by single self
seeking that single pearl
i crave to dive deep into this sea
but fear of murderous waves
makes me beg for your help my friends
scattered with so much going on inside
i long for nothing but an inner unity
duality must be abandoned
if you seek to drink the soul of unity
you must bet and lose
everything you’ve ever owned
if you truly desire
to become one with your beloved
listen to the secret sound
of the revelation now
when your quest aspires the skies
fly away from this lowly earth
my heavenly soul
who only nests in the heights
is tired of its house on earth
it wants to abandon the body
it wants to take the final flight
— Jalalud’din Rumi – Ghazal number 3210 (transl. by Nader Khalili)
You and I know many people who have been searching for many, many years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, for the answers to life, for reality, yet they’re still in the same place they started twenty years ago. They have gone through all kinds of things. They’ve been to many places. They met certain teacher, but they’re still the same.
For they’ve never really investigated themselves. They say they do. They say they’ve been working on themselves for years, nothing has happened. But have they really been working on themselves? What they’ve been doing is sort of just thinking about it a little bit, reading books. But they’ve never dived deep enough in the Self to find the answers. And this is exactly what you have to do.
You have to dive deep, deep, deep within yourself, deeper than you can ever imagine. And the only way you can do this is by giving up the external world, mentally, not physically. In other words, by not reacting to things. To observe things, watch the world go by, leave it alone. It’s neither good nor bad. It has nothing to offer you.
— Robert Adams – Who Are You?
Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?
Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!
There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the terror of Death is no more.
There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent “He is I” is borne on the wind:
There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy.
— Kabir – One Hundred Poems of Kabir (XII – Translated by Rabindranath Tagore)
Lamps burn in every house, O blind
one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be
opened, and you shall see: and
the fetters of death will fall from
There is nothing to say or to hear,
there is nothing to do : it is he who
is living, yet dead, who shall never
Because he lives in solitude, therefore
the Yogi says that his home is far
Your Lord is near : yet you are climb-
ing the palm-tree to seek Him.
The Brahman priest goes from house
to house and initiates people into
Alas! the true fountain of life is
beside you, and you have set up a
stone to worship.
Kabir says: “I may never express
how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and
the telling of beads, virtue and
vice – these are naught to Him.”
— Kabir – One Hundred Poems of Kabir (translated by Rabindranath Tagore) – XXI
Awakened to the meaning of my heart
That to feel Love and Oneness is to live
And this the magic of our golden Change,
Is all the truth I know or seek, O sage.
— Sri Aurobindo – Savitri – Epilogue: The Return to Earth
Search involves the seeker and the sought, two separate entities as the subject and the object. But reality cannot be an object, either to itself or to anyone else. This is the very reason for its beingness. In the search for reality there is no goal except the seeker himself and the path becomes one with who treads it. In the perception of reality all naming ceases – all before and after, all far and near – everything ceases. For reality is pure non-duality, pure subjectivity, the plenum where the idea of “I” and not-“I” cannot exist. Reality is not an object of cognition, since there is neither a cognizer nor cognition apart from it. It is the all-pervading eternal existence, immutable and perfect, which is always the seer and never an object of sight. As such it can never be an object of search either.
— Sudhakar S. Dikshit – I am All (p. 93)
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he
stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
— Khalil Gibran – On Death – The Prophet