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Ocean hath bounds l—ethereal space Some limit knows; But where, Believer, wilt thou place The bounds of everlasting grace, Or where explore the miserable.
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A carpenter stops at the house with no door. Workers rush toward some hint of emptiness, which they then start to fill. It contains what you need! Dear soul, if you were not friends with the vast nothing inside, why would you always be casting you net into it, and waiting so patiently? God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it, as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

This is how strange your fear of death and emptiness is, and how perverse the attachment to what you want. He strung the pearls of this about King Mahmud, how among the spoils of his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy, whom he adopted as a son. He educated and provided royally for the boy and later made him vice-regent, seated on a gold throne beside himself.

One day he found the young man weeping.. The entire nation is ranged out before you like stars that you can command! Nothing could be more hellish! This incident is about your fear of changing. You are the Hindu boy. The mother and father are your attachment to beliefs and blood ties and desires and comforting habits. They seem to protect but they imprison. The body becomes, eventually, like a vest of chain mail in peaceful years, too hot in summer and too cold in winter. And that companion is helpful, because patience expands your capacity to love and feel peace.

The patience of a rose close to a thorn keeps it fragrant. The religion and creed of the lovers is non- existence. They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital. What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.

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But these walk into a shop, and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in that shop. Where did you go? If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action. God has put into the form of hashish a power to deliver the taster from self-consciousness.

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.

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What marvelous route did you take from this world? Beating your wings and feathers, you broke free from this cage. Rising up to the sky you attained the world of the soul. You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls. Then came the scent of the rosegarden and you flew off to meet the Rose.

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache. Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.

L'Homme et la mer (Man and the Sea) by Charles Baudelaire

This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth. You are now the Sun — what need have you for a crown?


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You have vanished from this world — what need have you to tie your robe? But why look at all? O heart, what a wonderful bird you are. Seeking divine heights, Flapping your wings, you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy. The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you — You are the fearless rose that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven you fell upon the rooftop of this world. Then you ran in every direction and escaped through the drain spout. Now the words are over and the pain they bring is gone. Now you have gone to rest in the arms of the Beloved. How did you get away? You were the pet falcon of an old woman. Did you hear the falcon-drum?

You were a drunken songbird put in with owls. Did you smell the odor of a garden? You got tired of sour fermenting and left the tavern. You went like an arrow to the target from the bow of time and place.


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    • You became light and gave up wanting to be famous. Flying toward thankfulness, you become the rare bird with one wing made of fear, and one of hope. In autumn, a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind. Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout as fast as it can. Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay. Oh never vex thine heart with idle woes: All high discourse enchanting the rapt ear, All gilded landscapes and brave glistering shows Fade-perish, but it is not as we fear.

    Whilst far away the living fountains ply, each petty brook goes brimful to the main Since baron nor fountain can for ever die, Thy fears how foolish, thy lament how vain! What is this fountain, wouldst thou rightly know? The Soul whence issue all created things. Doubtless the rivers shall not cease to flow, Till silenced are the everlasting springs.

    Farewell to sorrow, and with quiet mind Drink long and deep: let others fondly deem The channel empty they perchance may find, Or fathom that unfathomable stream. To animal existence; next, the Man, With knowledge, reason, faith. Oh wondrous goal! This body, which a crumb of dust began- How fairly fashioned the consummate whole! Yet stay not here thy journey: thou shalt grow An angel bright and home far off in heaven.

    Plod on, plunge last in the great Sea, that so Thy little drop make oceans seven times seven. Up, O ye lovers, and away! Hark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! The cameleer hat risen amain, made ready all the camel-train, And quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? Behind us and before there swells the din of parting and of bells; To shoreless space each moment sails a disembodied spirit away.

    From yonder starry lights, and through those curtain-awnings darkly blue, Mysterious figures float in view, all strange and secret things display. We, who are parts of Adam, heard with him The song of angels and of seraphim. Out memory, though dull and sad, retains Some echo still of those unearthly strains. Oh, music is the meat of all who love, Music uplifts the soul to realms above.