Eman has been wandering. He stopped to collect his thoughts : I know that the god whom the memsaheb knows to be kind to her husband and family can not be the god whom the woman of the drunken sun-baked body knows to be cruel to her and her children. The god whom the madam knows to be generous to the estate of her husband can not be the god whom her maid knows to spread diseases and famine in the village of her husband. The madam believes that the god listens to her, her maid feels that the god is not pleased. But, I have seen both these women summoning the gods, speaking the language of the heart with tearful eyes - tears of gratitude and tears of deprivation. So, their gods must be at war with each other.
I say : The god which is pleased must be the winning god and the other the losing one. Or, if gods were to be the same, as they tell me, nay, they tell me they have been told, nay..., then this god is not involved in the war that is being waged. Aha ... Then, I should seek the intervention of this higher god to muster superior strength for the losing side.
After much wandering Eman stopped.I'll wait here until the weaver and potter talks. They have not uttered a word since morning and now it is twilight and they seem calm. I want to hear them speak. My patience is endless today. For, I feel I am waiting for the woman, ... to sing her song of freedom.
Eman listening to the master sing, had no trace of doubt of what he heard : There is an infinity resident in a single sound! For every time he sharpened his ears, the deeper the sound breathed into him, the richer the resonance and farther their source seemed. In his minds' eye, he could see the master telling the disciple : you shall one day learn to be the tampura, in which the essence alone is forever resident. Eman, now has a glimpse of the path existent-to-the-possible-to-the-essence open to all beings.
The following thought occurred to him : if the king is the master of the land, then I am in search of the king whose heart opens to my master's music. For, he will then listen to his subjects for what is possible in them, and may be even their essence. He then met Kusava, the potter, who whispered in his ear : I am in search of the king who feels with his fingers the fabric summoned for his robes, for he then surely will measure in his subjects what is possible in them, and may
be what is their essence.
Eman spoke : You ask me about my rise in the market place? I say it is just the natural ascent from the plane of the self-evident, normal, commonsense, visible identification of things, ideas, actions, gods to their symbolic identifications. And, Eman finds them to be innumerable, challenging his sensitivity, transcending his description. Thus he understands Maya, the delusion of the describing self; he is wrapped in the veil of Maya, as the sages would say. It appears like the dense mist of the Ganges, which the sun alone can destroy. He feels the veil as a prison surrounding his self, with a faint light emanating from his own self illuminating his immediate surroundings. His quest is to know this light. But, he finds it is his nature to mistake the visible for the absolute. Eman says:
This man has turned a believer in descriptions
and thus commits the First Natural Error.
I say, the world of pleasures and pain awaiting the man who commits The First Natural
Error is indeed infinite. This world exercises great power on living men and women. But those who resolve to be free of the gifts of the first error realize the challenge of meeting the
potential man, who is the ferryman to carry you to the countless estates of his master.
But rare indeed are men who do not commit the Second Natural Error of experiencing these delights as dualities of objects, the gifts received from The First Natural Error, as the sages say. Listen and understand, this is the perennial surrender of the potential man to the conditions of his visible world, limiting to the interminable dualities of the first error, to his own narratives. Rare indeed is the man who prays to the creator, preserver and destroyer in the same space. Thus do I grasp the words of the sages:
Great indeed is the fortune of the desciple
with whom the guru was praying
at the crack of the dawn.
Eman explains: Attempting to project the beings living in his divine inspiration in to the space of the forms constitute the second natural error. Thus I am told divine Maya is the multiplicity of the forms of the one supreme infinite. Maya, the eman's soul stirring experience in the midst of things, ideas and gods is wrongly, but naturally, publicly presented as the self-expression of the infinite, for the public to debate. Thus does he indulge in the wrong identifications of the objects themselves and imposes the normal discrimination of the experiences in terms of the objects outside and their dualities.
The freedom that he experiences takes the Eman into the realm of the gods. Intoxicated by the infinite freedom immanent in the second natural error he chalenges the very order of the worlds, this one and all other.
The Heaven and Earth themselves have grown equal to one half of me.
Have I not drunk the soma rasa?
I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth
Aha, this spacious earth will I deposit here or there!
...
One of my flanks is in the sky, but the other trails below!
Have I not drunk the Soma rasa?
I say : The god which is pleased must be the winning god and the other the losing one. Or, if gods were to be the same, as they tell me, nay, they tell me they have been told, nay..., then this god is not involved in the war that is being waged. Aha ... Then, I should seek the intervention of this higher god to muster superior strength for the losing side.
After much wandering Eman stopped.I'll wait here until the weaver and potter talks. They have not uttered a word since morning and now it is twilight and they seem calm. I want to hear them speak. My patience is endless today. For, I feel I am waiting for the woman, ... to sing her song of freedom.
Eman listening to the master sing, had no trace of doubt of what he heard : There is an infinity resident in a single sound! For every time he sharpened his ears, the deeper the sound breathed into him, the richer the resonance and farther their source seemed. In his minds' eye, he could see the master telling the disciple : you shall one day learn to be the tampura, in which the essence alone is forever resident. Eman, now has a glimpse of the path existent-to-the-possible-to-the-essence open to all beings.
The following thought occurred to him : if the king is the master of the land, then I am in search of the king whose heart opens to my master's music. For, he will then listen to his subjects for what is possible in them, and may be even their essence. He then met Kusava, the potter, who whispered in his ear : I am in search of the king who feels with his fingers the fabric summoned for his robes, for he then surely will measure in his subjects what is possible in them, and may
be what is their essence.
Eman spoke : You ask me about my rise in the market place? I say it is just the natural ascent from the plane of the self-evident, normal, commonsense, visible identification of things, ideas, actions, gods to their symbolic identifications. And, Eman finds them to be innumerable, challenging his sensitivity, transcending his description. Thus he understands Maya, the delusion of the describing self; he is wrapped in the veil of Maya, as the sages would say. It appears like the dense mist of the Ganges, which the sun alone can destroy. He feels the veil as a prison surrounding his self, with a faint light emanating from his own self illuminating his immediate surroundings. His quest is to know this light. But, he finds it is his nature to mistake the visible for the absolute. Eman says:
This man has turned a believer in descriptions
and thus commits the First Natural Error.
I say, the world of pleasures and pain awaiting the man who commits The First Natural
Error is indeed infinite. This world exercises great power on living men and women. But those who resolve to be free of the gifts of the first error realize the challenge of meeting the
potential man, who is the ferryman to carry you to the countless estates of his master.
But rare indeed are men who do not commit the Second Natural Error of experiencing these delights as dualities of objects, the gifts received from The First Natural Error, as the sages say. Listen and understand, this is the perennial surrender of the potential man to the conditions of his visible world, limiting to the interminable dualities of the first error, to his own narratives. Rare indeed is the man who prays to the creator, preserver and destroyer in the same space. Thus do I grasp the words of the sages:
Great indeed is the fortune of the desciple
with whom the guru was praying
at the crack of the dawn.
Eman explains: Attempting to project the beings living in his divine inspiration in to the space of the forms constitute the second natural error. Thus I am told divine Maya is the multiplicity of the forms of the one supreme infinite. Maya, the eman's soul stirring experience in the midst of things, ideas and gods is wrongly, but naturally, publicly presented as the self-expression of the infinite, for the public to debate. Thus does he indulge in the wrong identifications of the objects themselves and imposes the normal discrimination of the experiences in terms of the objects outside and their dualities.
The freedom that he experiences takes the Eman into the realm of the gods. Intoxicated by the infinite freedom immanent in the second natural error he chalenges the very order of the worlds, this one and all other.
The Heaven and Earth themselves have grown equal to one half of me.
Have I not drunk the soma rasa?
I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth
Aha, this spacious earth will I deposit here or there!
...
One of my flanks is in the sky, but the other trails below!
Have I not drunk the Soma rasa?
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