“`I feel that I do not know anything about everything. There is mystery all around me. I feel a profound sense of ignorance. I wonder about life and death, about the life of the body, about everything that I have thought naively and arrogantly that I know. I realize that all life, and all objects and processes in life, are full of mystery. I do not really know anything
I see through Water-changing color with light…
The universe is one infinite perfect crystal, totally transparent, and absolutely clear. The reality of the world is a solid transparency, a compact emptiness so clear it feels like the total absence of any sensation. It is the virgin reality, before mind arises, before thought knows, before memory is born…
“`A ‘detached’ person feels like an orphan, helpless and shelterless. That is why a detached person cannot accept anybody in the shape of religion, country or family then how will ONE compare and contrast the feeling of mine with the feeling of his or thine?
how will ONE distinguish between a friend and a stranger?
How will be say that ONE is an Indian or an American?
And how will ONE be in the position to say that ONE is a Hindu, a Sikh or a Christian?
How will ONE accept and adopt any boundary line or tradition?
No, ONE will be able to do nothing. Even though ONE be in the living world, his/her feet are conducting her/him to the place where truth resides, where goodness emits fragrance, where is found the quintessence of life. The stage towards which her/his steps are directed is the true destination of life.
The detached person is a failure in the worldly sense, that is why ONE feels her/himself worthless. ONE feels that She/he has been able to do nothing, because ONE could not do anything.In fact, ONE was incapable of anything; could not even have an empty smile; ONE could not shed crocodile tears; the confinement to restraints suffocated her/him; ONE could not be selfish. Then what should ONE do? ONE lives in the world but remains out of it; Remains in relationships, but keeps aloof from them; ONE is in the crowd, but feels like lost; ONE heaves his breaths, but is not alive.
~ Because Rose is not Muslim, she can’t say ” ALLAH ”
~ Because she was not born in Hinduism, she can’t say ”OUM ”
~ Because she do not go to a SIKH-TEMPLE, So she is not ” SIKH ”
~ Because she did not read the BIBLE, then she can not love ”JESUS ”
When messages Like these come from Friends-relatives, then Shaheer’s response:
-Baba Kabira once said,
“I am not a Hindu,
Nor a Muslim am I!
I am this body,
a play Of five elements;
a drama Of the spirit dancing,
With joy and sorrow.” Bhagat Kabira
But she will not say what KABIR JI has.
She will say,
”I am Muslim-Hindu- Christian Sikh-, I am ever all; because I Love Jesus- Muhammad- Nanak- Tao- Buddha- Krishna- Shiva- Kabir- Farid-Bullhe shah ect. then How can they not be…?
I love all religions, Quran- Gita- Bible- Guru granth- Tao- Maha gita- Upneshid, all is my Life and every Peer-Fakir-Saint Are mine.I love all Creation-Universe-Nature, I love everything,
When I look at Creation, Everything is mine;
when I go into SILENCE, then I am nothing, even I am not Mine.”
“`When the Smile took its place as a ruler on my lips eight years ago, and I would stand still in front of mirror again and again; I can not believe that Smile with me, because I never dreampt that I would Smile as such. This Smile had taken birth from SILENCE and NATURE.
This Moment !
This Smile recognized the Ceation’s Smile, Now my moist Smile is gazing towards the Creation, and my mystic eyes sent massage that:
” Oh! Beautiful Smile, go and rule over every lips, and become known every being’s lips. Every being, Every moment, and Every spec is in need of such Smile.”
I remember when I ask myself what had passed, “Time or Body”. Then Rose replied, “Body”. Ask the same question again,”What is passing at this moment”. Then a sound murmuried,” Today I am the alone”. Then time replied again, “I am the fragment of imagination. A being looking at its own changing body begins to say my name. A being passing through desires and thoughts also blames me. Although I stand still.”
Then I ask,” What is your speed and action?”
Time answered while looking at Rose,
“Rose do you remember those moments when the wish to fly entered your being; those moments were to attain me. Do you remember that thought which kept thinking who is your own and who is foreign–who am I and what is Life; those thoughts were to understand me. Do you remember that search which kept on researching freedom; that search was too surpass me.”
Then I looked at Rose who was envolped in sigh of silence, which was nothing but sounds of thinking.I asked time, “Then how is your speed today, then who am I “.
Then time replied, ” there is no speed today either, I am standing still today as well. Only different is that Rose is also standing still today”
Then who is this walking along,I asked; and time again replied, “You”
Then I ask amazingly, “I–Mine–How is that, so”
Then time replied, “Look at your own being with depth, then be aware of who I am?”
When I gaze at the time:
That was the moment of mine and I became century…
That was my own thought and I was just consciousness…
That was my own step and I was standing as destination…
Time was my own moment–my own idea…
Rose was my own feeling–my own emotion…
I was nothing but emptiness
I was fullfil not only nothingness.
It may be day or night,
Perfect silence or deep uproar
There is a watchman-ship of silence at work. Words turn a person into a beggar and silence places on the human head the crown of the emperor of the inner spiritual kingdom. The individual despite being in shackles is free; but for being in the grip of longing despite being free we are slaves. In the desert of burning passions one’s worth is not more than a fig, but you, see in the matter of dreams and aspirations even a king is at the level of the laymen, for I think that Whether there are dreams or aspirations,
Thoughts or reflections, all give us the message of our metropolis;
Death teaches the glory of life;
Mountains, valleys, seas, the sky give us an idea of our comprehensiveness.
The consciousness of time teaches us that infinite and eternal we are;
Air suggests to us the tune of ‘Oum’.
— Let there be the wails of lamentation or peals of happy laughter,
— Helplessness of circumstances or the sobbing state of the environment,
— Angry words of complaints or utterances of curse,
— Showers of blames or the pains of law violations,
— The fragrance of love or the drops of enthusiastic aspirations,
— Flowers of smile or the thorns of tears.
All feelingly make us realize their individual significance.
• Hungry bellies, moistened eyes, faded faces— do they not lift the corpses of comforts?
• Does the loneliness of trouble not look for happiness and comfort?
• Do broken hearts not give the message of death?
• Wild cries, the bitter gesture of envy and jealousy, the mode of thinking of rascals and ruffians, the solitude of love, the disappointment of hopes, the accidents of earth-quakes and whirlwinds, the cunning prattle of the wicked people, the tricks of the corrupt people, do they not transport us to the consciousness of death and throw our life into the pit of suffocation, helplessness and despair?
• The fragrance of flowers, the beauty of nature, the juice of fruit, the taste of vegetables, the redness of the sun, the bullishness of the sky the flights of birds, the stability of the trees, the unshaken stand of mountains, the light of the moon, the bashfulness of a woman, the fearlessness of man, the spiritual ecstasy of Krishna, Buddha and Jesus, the joyful symphonies of Shehnai do they not make life beautiful, are they not a boon for life, are they not life themselves?
But what does actually happen?
The individual may live anywhere, may it be a palace or a hut, there comes a constant hum of quarrel and bickering and of envy and jealousy. Why?
Why is not there heard the thundering voice of love and peace?
And this silence, takes us beyond the challenge of death and the lullaby of life into the sweet and fresh music of the universe. The immaculate expansion of silence takes us into the music of depth as well as exalts us with the attainment of height. Very lucky they are who follow this path and hear this music of the spheres, who enjoy this zest of taste, who know this secret that they are not finite beings, but infinite; that they have no end and are endless. It is only with this realization that a person becomes happy, peaceful and contented. Then begins the start of a new life with new aspirations:- Then fears and worries born of the womb of the moments, the grief of in-completion, the painful sighs of weakness— all vanish in moments, then silence comes with only essential utterances and life proceeds with essential matters, “feelings” proceed only in the right direction to the place where freedom rises in revolt and where slavery has worn out itself. When they become votaries of dedication and devotion only then do they get their freedom which takes them to infinite bliss. But the individual has developed his interest in utterances while true friendship is shown only by ‘silence’.
The individual’s life rests itself only on utterances while the necessary thing is to enshrine life into the heart of silence. This journey is the journey of freedom and freedom comes with knowledge. Knowledge is born of the womb of silence. Silence leads the individual to the quintessence of life, while the sabras of utterances can even kill life. when life blossoms in silence:-