When the road ends, and the goal is gained, the pilgrim finds that he has travelled only from himself to himself.
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.
I exhort you also to take part in the great combat, which is the combat of life, and greater than every other earthly conflict.
There is nothing wrong with God’s creation. Mystery and suffering only exist in the mind.
