And the Bauls camethey dancedthey sangAnd they disappearedin the mist...and the house was left empty...the house...in the mist...Song murmured by Ramakrishna shortly before he passed away
Why are you unhappy?Because 99.9 per centOf everything you think,And of everything you do,Is for yourself -And there isn't one.-Wei Wu Wei
On the point of deathPapaji said:‘Where is the Buddha?Bring him in! Bring him in!’The disciples heardNot one more syllable from him.Did the Buddha come in?How could he?He was never not there.
Its sound is love The flute of the Infinite is played withoutceasing, and its sound is love:When love renounces all limits, it reachestruth.How widely the fragrance spreads! It hasno end, nothing stands in its way.The form of this melody is bright like amillion suns: incomparably sounds thevina, the vina of the notes of truth.- Kabir
The Truth is always simple.
Sadly, the mind isn't.