Attending to Attar, Day 75
You may touch upon the mystery but not know it. Until it consumes you, all that you have is words. To know is to be without words. The mystery cannot be said. To have no trace of self is a start to knowing without words. Let body and soul slip into oblivion. The room-within has no place for self and its world of separation. A single word, a single thought, keeps you isolated from knowing the whole of the all that is consciousness in existence. Any remaining strand of self extends the path ahead. Let the fires of passion burn through you. Turn the self into ashes. Let your thoughts of self become dust. Not even a hint of separation can remain for you to return to oblivion. Complete annihilation of the me of the body, its world, and its ways sets you free of existence. Learn to love without fear. Your passion will snuff out the self like a candle’s flame in a storm. You are not that flame. You are the beacon that lights the way.
