The Dance of the Soul

Jean-Baptiste van Mour, Mevlevi dervishes whirling in Pera, Nederlands, 1720-1737

“I have loved in life and I have been loved.
I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar,
and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
My heart has been rent and joined again;
My heart has been broken and again made whole;
My heart has been wounded and healed again;
A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire,
and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
I wept in love and made all weep with me;
I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men;
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear;
With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved,
I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love,
“Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.”
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear,
“My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover,
and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.”
― Hazrat Inayat Khan, The Dance of the Soul

The Story of the Non-Existent Princes

The Great Sage Valmiki, likely author of Ramayana, and Sri Yoga Vasistha, ~5th-1st C BCE.

From Yoga Vasistha, a classic, ancient text of Hindu Advaita Vedanta.

A young boy asked his nanny to tell him a story, and the nanny told him the following story, to which the boy listened with great attention:

Once upon a time in a city which did not exist, there were three princes who were brave and happy.  Of them, two were unborn and the third had not been conceived.  Unfortunately, all their relatives died.  The princes left their native city to go elsewhere.  Very soon, unable to bear the heat of the sun, they fell into a swoon.  Their feet were burnt by hot sand.  The tips of grass pierced them.  They reached the shade of three trees, of which two did not exist and the third had not even been planted.  After resting there for some time and eating the fruits of those trees, they proceeded further. 

They reached the banks of three rivers; of them two were dry and in the third there was no water.  The princes had a refreshing bath and quenched their thirst in them.  Then they reached a huge city which was about to be built.  Entering it, they found three palaces of exceeding beauty.  Of them two had not been built at all, and the third had no walls.  They entered the palaces and found three golden plates; two of them had been broken in two and the third had been pulverized.  They took hold of the one which had been pulverized.  They took ninety-nine minus one hundred grams of rice and cooked it.  They then invited three holy men to be their guests; of them two had no body and the third had no mouth.  After these holy men had eaten the food, the three princes partook of the rest of the food cooked.  They were greatly pleased.  Thus, they lived in that city for a long, long time in peace and joy.  My child, this is an extremely beautiful legend; pray remember this always, and you will grow up into a learned man.

The Crux: A Gentle Enquiry

You should either through yourself, or the aid of the exalted ones, be ceaselessly engaged in the pursuit of this gentle enquiry,
Who am I? What is this universe?
It is this true enquiry alone that generates Jnana (knowledge).

Yoga Vasistha 

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