When the road ends, and the goal is gained, the pilgrim finds that he has travelled only from himself to himself.
Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realise there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.
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.
Self-knowledge is not a thing to be bought in books, but it is awareness, from moment to moment.
