I wanted to travel, in the end travel
caused me to retire dissatisfied to my house.
I wanted to remain alone in my study,
in the end solitude worked my harm.
I wanted to sail the seas, in the end seafaring
made me despair between life and death.
I wanted to till the earth for pleasure,
in the end I despised the tiller’s state.
I wanted to practice learning and the arts,
in the end I learnt nothing; I ran the gauntlet
of murderous battles, now war disgusts me.
O imbecility of the inquisitive mind,
which, dissatisfied with everything, is desirous of everything,
and which, doubting, has perfect knowledge of nothing.
The authentic question is, “Who am I?”
And the only way to know is to be silent, be alert, be aware,
watch your thoughts, and let them disappear.
One day, you will find all has become silent… not even a murmur of thought.
Everything has stopped, as if time has stopped.
And suddenly you are awake from a long, long dream,
from a nightmare.
There is only one door which can help you, and that is within you.
Taking a jump into yourself, you have plunged into existence.
In that moment you feel a tremendous oneness with all.
Then you are no longer lonely, no longer alone, because there is nobody who is other than you.
There is only you expanded in all directions, in all possible manifestations. It is you flowering in the tree; it is you moving in a white cloud.
It is you in the ocean, in the river.
It is you in the animals, in the people. […]
“Know thyself”? If I knew myself, I’d run away.