“The solar system turns without thine aid, Live, die! The universe is not afraid.”
~ Israel Zangwill
“Remote, yet near, unutterably aged, lone,
He sits within the temple’s inner shrine, with folded hands and countenance divine,
Omniscient, inscrutable, unknown.”
“But what thing dost thou now,
Looking Godward, to cry,
I an I, thou art thou,
I am low, thou art high?
I am thou, who thou seekest to find him.
Find thou but thyself, thou art I.
O my sons, O too dutiful
Towards Gods not of me,
Was I not enough beautiful?
Was it hard to be free?
For behold, I am with you and in you and
of you; look forth now, and see.”
~ Hertha, by Algernon C. Swinburne
“If thou would’st hear the Nameless, and wilt dive
Into the Temple-cave of thine own self,
There, brooding by the central altar, thou
May’st haply learn the Nameless hath a voice,
By which thou wilt abide, if thou be wise.”
~ Alfred Tennyson
“Because I had forsaken unity with thee,
Because I, fool, had made my body me,
Because I did not know thee who didst dwell in me,
Therefore I wandered through raging hells …
Because I threw away my very self, I therefore was in chains.”
~ an old Indian writing
“Turning away from the world,
I have forgotten both caste and lineage,
My weaving is now in the infinite silence.
Kabir, having searched and searched himself,
Hath found God within him.”
“His death in Benares
Won’t save the assassin
From certain hell,
Any more than a dip
In the Ganges will send
Frogs—or you—to paradise.
My home, says Kabir,
Is where there’s no day, no night,
And no holy book in sight
To squat on our lives.”
“We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The Spirit bloweth and is still
In mystery the soul abides.”
~ Matthew Arnold