A man goes to sleep in this hall. He dreams he has gone on a world tour, is roaming over hill and dale, forest and country, desert and sea, across various continents and after many years of weary and strenuous travel, returns to this country, reaches Tiruvannamalai, enters the ashram and walks into the hall.
Just at that moment he wakes up and finds he has not moved an inch but was sleeping where he lay down.He has not returned after great effort to this hall, but is and always has been in the hall.
... they set out with him inside the dream,
while he is actually sleeping beside a river of pure water.
Sleep deeply wherever you are on the way.
Maybe some traveler will wake you.
Give up subtle thinking, the twofold, threefold
multiplication of mistakes.
Listen to the sound of waves within you.