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THE REAL SELF | PART 14 OF 14 | IWGR I | RAMA राम

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THE REAL SELF  | PART 14 OF 14 | IWGR I | RAMA राम

Making a famine where abundance lies , ( is it fair ? No , it is not fair , it is not becoming . )
Making a famine where abundance lies ,
This thy foe , to thy sweet self so cruel ,
Should not be so , should not do this ,
Within thine own but buriest thou content ,
Thou makest waste and niggarding .
Be not niggardly , be not miserly .

It is niggardliness to give away all this property and confine thyself unto the few things in this little brain only .

You will see that this brain of yours will become of infinite power if you realize your oneness with the All . That is what puts you in perfect harmony with the whole world .

Oh , we can wait no longer ,
We too take ship , O soul ( intellect ) ,
Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas
Fearless for unknown shores on waves of ecstasy to sail .
Amid the wafting winds , ( thou pressing me to thee , I thee to me , O Soul ) .
Carolling free , singing our song of GOD ,
Chanting our chant of pleasant exploration
With laugh and many a kiss ,
( Let others deprecate , let others weep for sin , remorse , humiliation )
O soul , thou pleasest me , I thee .
Ah , more than any priest , O soul , we too believe in GOD ,
But with the mystery of GOD we dare not dally .
O soul , thou pleasest me , I thee .
Sailing these seas or on the hills , or waking in the night ,
Thoughts , silent thoughts of Time and Space and Death , like waters flowing ,
Bear me indeed as through the regions infinite ,
Whose air I breathe , whose ripples hear , leave me all over ,
Bathe me , O GOD , in thee , mounting to thee
I and my soul to range in range of thee
O thou transcendent ,
Nameless , the fibre and the breath .
Light of the lights , shedding forth universes , thou centre of them ,
Thou mightier centre of the true , the good , the loving
Thou moral , spiritual fountain — affection's source thou reservoir ,
( O pensive soul of me — O thirst unsatisfied — waitest not there ?
Waitest not happy for us somewhere there the Comrade perfect ? )
Thou pulse — thou motive of the stars , suns , systems ,
That , circling , move in order , safe , harmonious ,
Athwart the shapeless vastnesses of space ,
How should I think , how breathe a single breath , how speak , if , out of myself ,
I could not launch to those superior universes ?
Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of GOD ,
At Nature and its wonders , Time and Space and Death
But that I , turning , call to thee , O soul , thou actual me ,
And lo , thou gently masterest the orbs ,
Thou matest Time , smilest content at Death ,
And fillest , swellest full the vastnesses of Space .
Greater than stars or suns
Bounding , O soul , thou journeyest forth ;
What love other than thine and ours could wider amplify ?
What aspirations , wishes , outvie thine and ours , O soul ?
What dreams of the ideal ? What plans of purity , perfection , strength ?
What cheerful willingness for others' sake to give up all ?
For others' sake to suffer all ?
Reckoning ahead , O soul , when thou , the time achiev'd
The seas all cross'd , weather'd the capes , the voyage done ,
Surrounded , copest , frontest GOD , yieldest the aim attain'd ,
As fill'd with friendship , love complete , the Elder Sibling found ,
The Younger melts in fondness in the arms .

Sail on , march on to the real Self ; get rid of all this superstition , this superstition of the body . Get rid of this hypnotism of this little body ; you have hypnotized yourself into this brain or body . Get rid of that , sail on , march on to the eternity , the Reality , the true Self ; passage to more than India .

Passage to more than India !
Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far flights ?
O soul , voyagest thou indeed on voyages like those ?
Disportest thou on waters such as those ?
Soundest below the Sanskrit and the Vedas ?
Then have thy bent unleas'd .
Passage to you , you shores , ye aged fierce enigmas !
Passage to you , to mastership of you , ye strangling problems
You , strew'd with the wrecks of skeletons , that , living , never reached you .
Passage to more than India !
O Secret of the earth and sky !
Of you , O waters of the sea ! O winding creeks and rivers !
Of you , O woods and fields ! of you strong mountains of my land !
Of you , O Prairies ! of you , gray rocks !
O morning red ! O clouds ! O rain , snows !
O day and night , passage to you !

Rise above the body , and you become all these , you get a passage unto all these . All these you realize yourself to be .

O Sun and Moon and all stars ! Sirius and Jupiter !
Passage to you !
Passage , immediate passage ! the blood burns in my veins !
Away , O soul ! hoist instantly the anchor !
Cut the hawsers — haul out — shake out every sail !
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough ?
Have we not grove'd here long enough , eating and drinking like mere brutes ?
Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long enough ?
Sail forth — steer for the deep waters only ,
Reckless O soul , exploring , I with thee , and thou with me ,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go
And we will risk the ship , ourselves and all
O my brave soul !
O farther , farther sail !
O daring joy , but safe ! are they not all the seas of GOD ?
O farther , farther sail !

OM ! OM ! ! OM ! ! !


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