Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Life - No I and no you - Only the wayfaring


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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