Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
This is how a human being can change:
There's a worm addicted to eating
Suddenly, he wakes up,
call it Grace, whatever, something
wakes him, and he's no longer
He's the entire vineyard,
and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks,
a growing wisdom and joy
that needs not devour.
Coleman Barks version
It does not have to be
One step upon the Sky’s soft skirt
Would be enough.
Just one True moment of Love
Will last for days.
Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics
For Knowing Him,
For they are all just frozen spring buds
So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.
Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe.
Give me back my wings.
Lift me nearer.”
Say to the sun and moon,
Say to our dear Friend,
“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised.”
The world you can perceive is a very small world indeed.
And it is entirely private.
Take it to be a dream and be done with it.
—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj