Tuesday, September 19, 2000

Garden: Brother, the entrance...


Brother, the entrance to salvation is miniscule: one-tenth the size of a mustard seed. The mind remains a lumbering elephant: how will it ever make it through that door?

Next: This is the end of a path, but not the end of the garden. Begin again: would you like to follow the FLUTE, or answer the call of the VEENA?


[Source: VD:SAG 4; shalok 58: kabīra mukati duārā sankurā]

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