Master,
Is it not your teaching
That life is a wayfaring?
Yes, dear my son,
Why to doubt?
True to say,
Life is a wayfaring.
Master,
Why and how is life,
According to you,
A wayfaring?
Not according to me, dear my son,
But, because it is a wayfaring.
And not because me saying it,
But because it is really a
wayfaring.
Master,
What do you mean by wayfaring?
How is life a wayfaring?
Dear my son,
Wayfaring means
An unknown thing’s or one's
Passing through an unknown path.
Mostly purposelessly.
If for purposes,
We call it travelling or touring.
Master,
Unknown in the sense?
Dear my son,
Unknown and unknowing,
In the sense that
One doesn’t know himself or the path
While wayfaring, while living.
Then, Master,
Life that is wayfaring is…?
Life that is wayfaring,
Or the wayfarer, is and will ever be,
With no particular or permanent
Direction and settlement.
Never will it get stuck anywhere too.
Rather get metamorphosed or
evolving.
Compulsorily passes by
In perishing or growing way,
In setting or rising way.
Setting and rising in the same act,
Perishing and growing in the same
move.
With no start and with no end.
Getting everywhere an end or a start.
With no particular identity or
recognition,
But taking any and all identity and
recognition.
Ever causing and becoming a
flow.
Dear my son, if so,
Are you not in your life a
wayfarer?
Is not your life a wayfaring act only?
Does life or its path give
The wayfarer or wayfaring
A sticking zone?
Is not life an unknown process and a
path
For the one living with and through?
Dear my son,
Are you not mostly living for
living sake?
Like wayfaring for wayfaring sake.
Without knowing what and for what.
Bound and made to be,
Never having a say in it,
As if you are, as a wayfaring one,
So insignificant to be consulted
with.
Then, dear my son,
Is not life, that is relative,
An act of wayfaring only?
Master,
Still not clear as to
Why has life to be a wayfaring?
Dear my son,
First of all,
As you may know it, for sure,
No living or existing body
Is forever, except to pass by
In perishing or growing way,
Setting or rising way.
Both happen in the same act of
wayfaring.
Secondly nobody knows for sure
Either himself or the path
Or for what and why he is living.
Won't this naturally mean,
Deer my son,
Taking the vehicle of body
Unknown is passing
By or through the unknown?
Is it not life’s living its life?
Is it not God’s taking different
forms of life?
Is it not absolute’s taking different
relative dimensions?
Is it not no-dimensions getting into
dresses of dimensions?
Master, then,
If life is a wayfaring,
For sure, then,
There should be one wayfaring.
Master,
What and who is
The one wayfaring?
Master,
In and through what is
He wayfaring?
Dear my son,
It is the wayfaring of
Unknown through unknown,
As I said to you.
It is because of this unknown-ness,
dear my son,
Everyone and thing in life is made
to be seeking
His own identity, meaning and
purpose.
That is the reason why every act of
life,
One or other way, is becoming
To seek and prove what, who and why one
is.
That is why too, dear my son,
Life is a wayfaring.
A simple act and trial of
Proving and witnessing,
Getting ever tired on the way
In such trials and acts.
Hence, life perishes in the growing
way
And grows in perishing way,
Setting in rising way
And rising in setting way.
Dear my son,
Life is also a wayfaring of
Undefinable through undefinable.
The unknown-ness and undefined-ness
Of life and living path is that
makes
Life necessarily to be a wayfaring.
Master,
Unknown through unknown?
Undefined through undefined?
Same through same?
How come?
Yes, dear my son,
Unknown to each other is almost
A precondition to wayfaring,
The relative life.
So is, dear my son,
Life is never stuck and confined.
When both the path and the wayfarer
Are unknown and unfamiliar to each
other,
Rather, it is becoming more interesting
For the novelty touch, feel and look
The unknown-ness and undefined-ness
Uniquely give to it.
Dear my son,
The unknown-ness of life or
wayfaring
Works as a catalyst
In the act of wayfaring
And in the way-fared path
To give throughout,
For and against each other,
A strange look and novelty feel or
touch.
Master,
Still not clear as to
What and who really way-fares
And in and through what really
Is the wayfaring done or taking
place?
Dear my son,
Simple and clear it is.
Life way-fares through life.
Master,
Feel stuck and constipating.
Feel unable to digest and
understand.
Master,
Who is the one wayfaring, and
Through which and what really
Is the wayfaring done, if, as you
said,
Life is really a wayfaring?
Dear my son,
There is no one such,
As a wayfarer, to way-fare.
Rather, dear my son,
Life way-fares through life.
God through God.
No-God through no-God.
Matter through matter.
Spirit through spirit.
Absolut through relative.
And, dear my son,
It is up to you
To imagine and say
What all are wayfaring,
And through what all are
It is wayfaring.
Master,
It is true and okay
To say
Life is a wayfaring.
Accepted.
But, Master,
Where and what
Life is wayfaring to,
The wayfarer is going to?
Dear my son,
Why to doubt?
Life is wayfaring to life.
From the same to the same.
From unknown to unknown.
That is all.
Master,
From life to life?
From God to God?
From matter to matter?
Okay, understood.
But, Master,
In between from and to?
What and who is in between
This from and to?
Dear my son,
There comes you and me of
Relative dimensions and forms.
And there comes you and me of
wayfaring.
And there comes you and me of
Perishing in growing way
And growing in perishing way.
Setting in rising way
And rising in setting way.
Master,
How to comprehend this?
Life wayfaring through life?
To life?
God passing through God?
To God?
No-God through no-God?
To no-God?
Matter through matter?
To matter?
Both ways?
The same?
The same life?
The same God?
The same no-God
The same matter?
The same spirit?
Yes, dear my son, yes.
From the same,
Through the same,
To the same.
And from the same
Again and again it will.
Nothing for.
But to be the same
Again and again.
From the absolute totality of
No particular form and dimension.
Through the absolute totality’s
Relative forms and dimensions.
To the same absolute totality
Of no particular forms and
dimensions.
And from the same absolute totality
Again and again it will
In all different relative versions
and forms,
Always to return to be in and
with the same.
Master,
Life being the canvass,
How come the same life is
The picture in it?
Master,
Life being the road or the path
How come the same life is
The traveler or the vehicle on it?
Master,
Life being the life we are living
How come the same life is
The life wayfaring to
And the path life wayfaring
through?
Dear my son,
Road will become the vehicle.
Canvass will become the picture.
That is what
The game and magic
And matter’s or God’s
Metamorphosis and evolution.
And that is what
The totality is all about.
Master, life will become both
The path, the end
And the traveler passing by?
Dear my son,
Life is and life will be
The cloth, the thread,
The needle and the hands
Stitching the same cloth.
All together, all the same.
That is what and how,
Dear my son,
The absolute becomes relative.
That is what and how
Relative life and existence
Stands and lives
In and because of the absolute.
That is what and how
Relative returns to the absolute
As if to state absolute is
And the absolute only will
Remain and survive.
Master,
For you, it is easy said.
But, for me,
How is it easy to understand?
Dear my son,
Why not and why can’t it be
So easy for you too?
Dear my son,
Your understanding has to be
As simple as your breathing and
drinking.
As simple as natural flow, never
complicated.
Dear my son,
Can't you see
The examples of soil
Or water or light or air?
Or the example of all together?
Dear my son,
For you to understand,
Take, for the time being,
The light or water or soil or air
As the absolute elements,
At least as relative absolute
elements.
And, dear my son,
See how these absolute
elements
(Water or soil or air or light)
Turn into relative and temporary
Forms or dimensions
Of fruits or flowers or leaves
Or you or me or buffaloes?
Dear my son,
Can’t you also see
How these relative and temporary
Dimensions or forms
Of fruits or flowers or leaves
Or you or me or buffaloes,
In turn,
Return to the same absolute,
Relatively absolute,
Soil or light or air or water,
And become the same absolute?
This is what and how, dear my son,
Absolute's becoming
Both the path and vehicle
Or both the canvass and the picture.
Dear my son,
Your doubt is right on the spot.
You did nowhere any mistake.
It is very difficult to see
Two diagonally opposites
As one and the same.
But, dear my son,
Understand, they seem to be
Diagonally opposites
Only in the relative world
Of differences and dimensions.
Dear my son,
Let God be God or No-God or both.
Or let God be the matter or spirit
or both.
When God is matter or no-God,
Everything is from such no-God or
matter
And everything is to the same No-God
or matter.
Isn't it right, dear my son?
And when God is God or spirit,
Everything is from God or spirit
And everything is to the same God or
spirit.
Isn't it right, dear my son?
Dear my son,
Don’t or can’t
Believers and non-believers
Agree on this equally?
Don’t believing and non-believing
Become equally the same?
Both atheism and theism too…?
It is equally true to say, my dear
son,
Everything is only from or to the
matter
Or everything is only from or to God.
And, dear my son,
I teach you to take both as same.
Both the matter and God or spirit.
Both the atheism and theism.
Both same.
It will affect neither you
Nor God or matter.
Dear my son,
Didn’t you hear about believers
Believing and claiming
Soul is from God?
Yes, Master, yes.
And didn’t you also hear about atheists
Believing and claiming
Everything is from matter?
Yes, Master, yes.
Dear my son,
What is the difference?
Master, only difference is,
From the way you put it,
It is easy to understand that
The difference is the difference of
Naming or calling or attributing.
Master,
God is the absolute
And soul is relative God
That emanates and originates
From absolute God.
The same is true in the case of
matter too
In different way of naming or
calling it.
Matter is the absolute like
God is.
And what all things we see
As living or non-living body,
Are the relative versions of
The same absolute matter?
So, dear my son,
Is there any difference
Between God and matter?
Between atheists and theists?
No, Master, not at all.
And, Master,
If at all there is any,
It is the difference
Of naming or calling or attributing.
So, dear my son,
Soul, the relative God or life,
From the absolute life or God
Causes the relative life
Of me or you or buffalo or flower.
Isn’t it right?
Yes, Master, yes.
Irrespective of calling or naming
God as matter or matter as God,
It is true.
Dear my son
What does it mean?
And what is the difference?
Master,
It means
Absolute turn to be relative,
And relative return to be absolute.
And that is the difference too.
Dear my son,
Doesn’t it also mean
Relative is absolute
And absolute is relative?
Yes, Master, yes.
Dear my son,
The difference is
The difference between
The absolute turning into relative
And relative turning to be absolute.
The absolute life is
What you call God or totality
Or what you call matter or no-God.
Relative life is
What you call the life of
You or me or fish or stone or
buffalo.
Dear my son,
The life that is absolute,
What you call as
Totality or God or the matter,
Has no confinements or limitations
Of any particular form or dimension.
Of all dimensions or
of no-dimensions
God or totality or the absolute
matter is.
It is all, and in and from it all is.
It exists, or it is, by itself.
It is and in its is-ness it is.
Meanwhile, it turns into
Any particular form or dimension
Of any confinement and limitation.
That is what you or me is
Or flower or buffalo is.
The wayfaring, setting and rising,
ones.
Purposelessly, but as if with
purposes.
So with the sharp edge of
I and you feel or thought.
Master,
Then, what is the birth and death?
Who is the one born
And who is the one dying?
Dear my son,
Death or birth means
Life’s giving way to life.
Absolute’s giving way to relative,
And relative’s giving way to
absolute.
Absolute's contraction into relative,
And relative's expansion into
absolute.
Both ways the same.
In birth totality or absolute
Contracts to be relative and
confined.
In death, the tired and failing
relative,
Freed form relative confinements,
Of dimensions and forms,
Turns and expands
To be the totality, the
absolute.
Then, Master,
About “I” and “you”?
No particular one
With the feel or “I” or “”you”
Is and were ever born.
And no particular one
With the feel or “I” or “”you”
Is, was and will ever be dying
too.
Only the life is born,
Only the life is dying.
And only the life
Will be remaining.
Only the absolute is born
In all relative forms and
dimensions.
And only the relative gods of
Forms and dimensions
Are the ones dying
To become finally one
With the same absolute totality.
So, Master,
Needs no special rituals or path
To reach back to the totality, the
absolute,
And to be one with the same?
Dear my son,
That which came
Will go back.
Can never be stuck.
It came naturally and purposelessly
And it will go back naturally and
purposelessly.
It is a natural process.
And it is part of natural process
That you or I return to the source
or nest.
Be the nest or source called
Matter or God or totality or no-God
Or whatever you like and feel like.
Dear my son,
Relative means
That which will die and decay.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Are and were never born,
And are relative.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Were born and made up
After life takes form of relative
life,
What you call birth of
A particular dimensional life-body.
And only after such life starts
Living and evolving.
And the same “I” in me and “you” in
you
Will grow and perish too
With the growth and death of
The same relative life-body.
Dear my son,
The feel of “I” in me and “you” in
you
Were never there before the birth,
And were not there with the birth,
Of whatever relative form and
dimension
Of baby or flower or plant.
And for the same reason,
Dear my son,
The feel of “I” in me and “you” in
you
Won’t be there after the death, too,
Of whatever relative form and
dimension
Of baby or flower or plant or
buffalo.
Dear my son,
Relative is to die and decay.
And relative only dies and decays.
Definitions and confinements
Are of and for relative.
Hence, will be lost.
All that is relative
Is temporary and transient too.
Relative means transient and
depending.
“I” in me and “you” in you,
Hence, will also die for ever,
And the absolute totality or life
Will take many other births ,
What you call rebirths,
Without the same “I” or “you”,
In as many forms and dimensions,
In all different times and places,
Be it on earth or in galaxies or
stars.
Dear my son,
The absolute only remained
And the absolute only will
Remain and survive
As the source and the nest,
The start and the end,
For relative us living in relative.
Then, Master,
What about “I” in me and “you” in
you?
Are we not the wayfarers
wayfaring through?
Am I not a wayfarer?
Dear my son,
Neither you nor I.
Life is the way,
Life is the life, the act,
And life is the wayfarer.
And life only is,
Be absolute or relative,
Is the real wayfarer.
It is the absolute wayfaring
Through relatives….
Getting into form and dimensions of
relatives.
Relative means transient too,
So also is it called wayfaring.
Never getting stuck,
Ever moving and becoming new,
Renewed by the same act
Of life's wayfaring, living.
Relative gets its form and shape,
Time and space
From the absolute,
For the absolute
And because of the absolute.
Master,
But, why I am not
Or you are not
A wayfarer?
My dear son,
To be a wayfarer
“I” in me and “you” in you
Has to be a constant
That remained, remains
And that will remain and survive
Forever.
That which is a constant only
Survives, remains and passes
through.
Hence, dear my son,
That which is a constant only
Is the soul.
So is the soul, relative God,
The wayfarer.
Soul being part and parcel of
The absolute life, God, totality,
matter,
The same god is the wayfarer.
The same life is the wayfarer.
Master.
What about the soul?
Dear my son.
Soul is nothing but your life.
Life or totality or God
Or matter or no-God
Is what the soul
Or is the source or nest of soul.
Master,
Is not “I” in me and “you” in you
the soul?
Is not “I” in me and “you” in you a
constant?
No, dear my son,
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is only a feel chemically generated,
Depending transient feel,
To struggle and survive
In relative sense and level.
Then master,
Has not soul anything
To do with “I” in me
And “you” in you?
No, dear my son. Not at all.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is only a temporary thought
And transient feel or edge
That life finds for itself
To struggle and survive.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Has nothing to do with soul
And soul has nothing to do with
The feel of “I” in me and “you” in
you.
Dear my son,
Soul is what life is.
Life is what soul is.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is only a trick or a guise or a
reason
To cut through, struggle and
survive.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Won’t survive death
As it did not remain before birth..
“I” in me and “you” in you
Will weaken with sickness.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Will not co-exist
Or will not exist in the same
manner
With madness or Autism and
Alzheimer.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is different in different level sand
stages of life.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is ever varying or changing.
The same “I” in me and “you” in you
Was not there and will not be there
With the life in any body.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Is different in childhood, youth and
old age.
“I” in me and “you” in you
Never stood, never stands
And will never stand
As a constant or soul.
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So, dear my son,
To put in short.
Agreed it is that
Soul is from God
Or matter is from matter.
So, life is from the same,
Be it God or the matter.
Nothing, then, dear my son,
Other than God or the matter
And nothing other than
From God or the matter.
Not at all.
So, dear my son
Is there or can there be
Anything other than soul
Or what you call the matter?
To have “I” in me and “you” in you
And to have a devil,
As a constant
Or as an opposite
As against God
Is a requirement of religions and
priests
To promulgate laws and rules
In the name of God.
Otherwise,
It is,
God only is,
Matter only is.
Life only is.
Wayfaring only is.
Both ways,
All the ways,
The same.
Is-ness only is.
Being only is.
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