Walled Garden

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“My friend,
everything existing exists through him; your own existence is a mere pretense. No more nonsense! Lose yourself, and the hell of your heart becomes a heaven.
Lose yourself, and anything can be accomplished. Your selfishness is an untrained colt.
You are what you are: hence your loves and hates; you are what you are: hence faith and unbelief.
Hope and fear drive fortune from your door; lose yourself, and they will be no more.
At his door, what is the difference between Moslem and Christian, virtuous and guilty?
At his door all are seekers and he the sought. God is without cause: why are you looking for causes?
The sun of truth rises unbidden, and with it sets the moon of learning.
In this halt of just a week, to be is not to be, and to come is to go.
And does the sun exist for the cock to crow at? What is it to him whether you are there or not?
Many have come, just like you, to his door. You won’t find your way in this street; if there is a way,
it is on your road of sighs. All of you are far from the road of devotion: sometimes you are virtuous, sometimes you are wicked: so you hope for yourselves, fear for yourselves;
but when your mask of wisdom and folly at last turns white, you will see that hope and fear are one.
If you know your own worth, what need you care about the acceptance or rejection of others?
Worship him as if you could see him with your physical eyes; though you don’t see him, he sees you.
Whilst in this land of fruitless pursuits, you are always unbalanced, always either all back or all front; but once the seeking soul has progressed just a few paces beyond this state, love seizes the reins.
The coming of death is the key which unlocks the unknown domain; but for death, the door of true faith would remain unopened, If you yourself are upside down in reality, then your wisdom and faith are bound to be topsy-turvy. Stop weaving a net about yourself: burst like a lion from the cage.
Melt yourself down in his search: venture your life and your soul in the path of sincerity;
strive to pass from nothingness to being, and make yourself drunk with the wine of God.
From Him forgiveness comes so fast, it reaches us before repentance has even taken shape on our lips.
He is your shepherd, and you prefer the wolf; he invites you to him, and yet you stay unfed;
he gives you his protection, yet you are sound asleep: Oh, well done, you senseless upstart fool!
He heals our nature from within, kinder to us than we ourselves are. A mother does not love her child with half the love that he bestows.
You have broken faith, yet still he keeps his faith with you: he is truer to you than you are to yourself,
He created your mental powers; yet his knowledge is innocent of the passage of thought.
He knows what is in your heart; or he made your heart along with your clay; but if you think that he knows in the same way that you do, then you are stuck like a donkey in your own mud. In His presence, silence is the gift of tongues. He knows the touch of an ant’s foot moving in darkness over a rock.
He always knows what is in men’s minds: you would do well to reflect on this.
Love’s conqueror is he whom love conquers. Apply yourself, hand and foot, to the search; but when you reach the sea, stop talking of the stream. When he admits you to his presence ask from him nothing other than himself, When he has chosen you for a friend, you have seen all that there is to see.
There’s no duality in the world of love what’s all this talk of ‘you’ and ‘me’?
How can you fill a cup that’s full already? Bring all of yourself to his door: bring only a part and you’ve brought nothing at all. It’s your own self defining faith and unbelief: inevitably it colors your perception.
Eternity knows nothing of belief or unbelief; for a pure nature there is no such thing.
And if, my friend, you ask me the way I’ll tell you plainly, it is this: to turn your face towards the world of life, and turn your back on rank and reputation; and, spurning outward prosperity, to bend your back double in his service; to part company with those who deal in words, and take your place in the presence of the worldless. The way is not far from you to a friend: you yourself are that way: so set out along it. You who know nothing of the life that comes from the juice of the grape,
how long will you remain intoxicated by the outward form of the grape?
Why do you lie that you are drunk? How can you go forward? There is no place to go; how will you leap?
You have no foot. Not one knows how far it is from nothingness to God. As long as you cling to your self you will wander right and left, day and night, for thousands of years; and when, after all that effort, you finally open your eyes, you will see your self, through inherent defects,
wandering around itself like the ox on the mill; but, if, once freed from your self, you finally get down to work, this door will open to you within two minutes. God will not be yours, as long as you cling to soul and life: you cannot have both this and that.
Bruise your self for months and years on end; leave it for dead, and when you have done with it, you will have reached eternal life. Remain unmoved by hope and fear.
To non-existence mosque and church are one; to a shadow, heaven and hell likewise. For someone whose guide is love, belief and disbelief are equally a veil, concealing the doorway of the friend; his very being is a veil which hides God’s essence. Until you throw your sword way, you’ll not become a shield until you lay your crown aside, you’ll not be fit to lead.
The death of soul is the destruction of life; but death of life is the soul’s salvation. Never stand still on the path become non-existent. Non-existent even to the notion of becoming non-existent.
And when you have abandoned both individuality and understanding, the world will become that.
When the eye is pure it sees purity. Unself yourself…
until you see your self as a speck of dust you cannot possibly reach that place; self could never breathe that air, so wend your way there without self.”

~ ~Hakim Sanai (1044-1150)