Here there is no we or I or this or that
by Sharafuddin ManeriEnglish version by Paul Jackson
Here there is no we or I or this or that:
He remains, He remains, He remains!
-- from Sharafuddin Maneri: The Hundred Letters (Classics of Western Spirituality), by Sharafuddin Maneri / Edited by Paul Jackson |
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This is just such a beautiful ecstatic utterance of the essential nature of reality. All the divisions and categories of objects and people and identity are finally seen as empty, gossamer thin sketches.
Here there is no we or I or this or that
It is all a surface seeming, while beneath there is always only one fluid substance of being. When we finally relax the focus enough to no longer be entranced by the ripples and waves, then we finally see only the expanse of ocean. Waves rise and fall and have no real existence outside the ocean; yet the ocean remains.
He remains, He remains, He remains!
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