I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
Longing is like the rosy dawn. After the dawn, out comes the sun. Longing is followed by the vision of God.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
