When the road ends, and the goal is gained, the pilgrim finds that he has travelled only from himself to himself.
The cosmos is interesting rather than perfect, and everything is not part of some greater plan, nor is all necessarily under control.
That one I love who is incapable of ill will, and returns love for hatred. Living beyond the reach of I and mind, pain and pleasure, full of mercy, contented, self-controlled, with all his heart and all his mind given to Me – with such a one I am in love.
The guru cannot awaken you; all that he can do is to point out what is. The guru can give you words; he can give you an explanation, the symbols of the mind, but the symbol is not the real, and if you are caught in the symbol, you will never find the way.
