Oh mind, how intoxicated you are with a foreign brand! How are you eluded by untruth for truth? Listen, enthralled you have become by a foreign creed: coming and going, birth and rebirth are but a cyclic movement of life and death.
Forever we come, forever we go, forever, day and night, we are on the move. Whence we come, tither we go, forever in the round of birth and death. From nothingness to nothingness. But sure, a Mystery here abides. A something is there for us to know. It cannot all be meaningless.
Keep your mind intent upon the path that leads to immortality. Should it stray from the path, it will fall into evil ways. Be firm with it, and have no fear. For mind is like a suckling baby which tosses restless, even in its mother’s lap.
Day will be erased in night; the ground’s surface will extend outward; the new moon will be swallowed in eclipse; and the mind in meditation will be completely absorbed by the void inside it.
To learn the scriptures is easy, to live them, hard. The search for the real is no simple matter. Should you, in this body, seek The Supreme Self that dwells within, greed and illusion soon removed, a Halo of glory will surround this very body of yours.
I treaded on the expanse of the void within me. I lost intellect, cognizance and the sensations external. A detective of Self. I became my Self, lo and behold — from which ear my lotus blossomed forth.
Lala willfully entered the garden door of Self: there, I saw Shiva and Shakti merged in One. Absorbed in that vision, I dissolved in Him alive. Realized the essence, and tasted the sweetness of the divine secret. I would die while alive, how can He stop me?
Now I saw a stream flowing, now neither bank nor bridge was seen. Now I saw a bush in bloom, now neither rose nor thorn was seen.
I searched for my Self until I grew weary. But no one, I know now, reaches The Hidden Knowledge by means of effort. Then, absorbed in Thou Art This, I found the place of wine. There all the jars are filled, but no one is left to drink.
The Soul, like the moon, is now — and always new again. And I have seen the Ocean continuously creating. Since I scoured my mind and my body, I too, Lala, am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing: live in the Soul. When that was so, I began to go naked and dance.
Just for a moment, flowers appear on the empty, nearly spring tree. Just for a second, wind through the wild thicket thorns. Self inside self, you are nothing but me. Self inside self, I am only you. What we are together will never die. The why and how of this, what does it matter?
Oh Infinite Consciousness, brimming with elixir, you live within my body, and I worship only you. I do not care if I die, take birth or pass into some other state. These things are so ordinary now.
Dance Lala, with nothing on but air. Sing Lala, wearing the sky. Look at this glowing day! What clothes could be so beautiful, or more sacred?
There is neither you nor I, neither the object of meditation, nor the process of meditation. The father of all action forgot himself there. The blind did not see any relationship or support there. The devout merged with him, the moment they saw the Lord.
At the end of a crazy moon night, the Love of God rose and said: “it is me Lala.” The Beloved woke, we bacame That — and the lake is crystal clear.