Garden: There within Him...

There within Him creation goes forward which is beyond all philosophy, for philosophy cannot attain to Him: There is an endless world, O my Brother! And there is the Nameless Being, of whom naught can be said.

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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?

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[Source: RT 76 (partial); 3.48. tû surat nain nihâr]

Here is the full poem:

LXXVI

III. 48. tû surat nain nihâr

  Open your eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world I
    consider it well, and know that this is your own country.
  When you meet the true Guru, He will awaken your heart;
  He will tell you the secret of love and detachment, and then you
    will know indeed that He transcends this universe.
  This world is the City of Truth, its maze of paths enchants the
    heart:
  We can reach the goal without crossing the road, such is the
    sport unending.
  Where the ring of manifold joys ever dances about Him, there is
    the sport of Eternal Bliss.
  When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is
    over;
  Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.
  He is the Ultimate Rest unbounded:
  He has spread His form of love throughout all the world.
  From that Ray which is Truth, streams of new forms are
    perpetually springing: and He pervades those forms.
  All the gardens and groves and bowers are abounding with blossom;
    and the air breaks forth into ripples of joy.
  There the swan plays a wonderful game,
  There the Unstruck Music eddies around the Infinite One;
  There in the midst the Throne of the Unheld is shining, whereon
    the great Being sits—
  Millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a single hair of
    His body.
  On the harp of the road what true melodies are being sounded!
    and its notes pierce the heart:
  There the Eternal Fountain is playing its endless life-streams of
    birth and death.
  They call Him Emptiness who is the Truth of truths, in Whom all
    truths are stored!
  There within Him creation goes forward, which is beyond all
    philosophy; for philosophy cannot attain to Him:
  There is an endless world, O my Brother! and there is the
    Nameless Being, of whom naught can be said.
  Only he knows it who has reached that region: it is other than
    all that is heard and said.
  No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen there: how can I
    tell you that which it is?
  He comes to the Path of the Infinite on whom the grace of the
    Lord descends: he is freed from births and deaths who attains
    to Him.
  Kabîr says: "It cannot be told by the words of the mouth, it
    cannot be written on paper:
  It is like a dumb person who tastes a sweet thing—how shall it
    be explained?"