The moonlight sleeps on the lawn of my garden,
The moon swings on the clouds, her cloak flaps on my garden.
The moonlight! O the moonlight! it shimmers, how it glimmers!
The breeze redolent with the light, while kissing how it lingers!
No, no one can atone me.
Say, who could have injured,
And who could atone me?
No, no one can atone me.
I am here making a thorough study of the Shastras and of the highest Western thought and am at the same time pursuing my own independent researches. I have not to spend my lifetime over this work. I shall soon be imparting to or rather carrying into the business and bosom of humanity what I have been acquiring at the cost of incessant labour. I have full conviction that I could if I would long since have caused a tremendous stir in the country but I have a conscience and for no personal glory, no gain, no threats, no imminent danger, not for fear of death even shall I preach what I have not realised to be the Truth.
So long as magnanimity (Udarata) has not become natural with us, we cannot realize God. No realization for a close mind. No peace for the close-minded (Kripana), and yet the outward relations force on us thoughts by which we are contracted into narrow limits. Magnanimity must be the rule and yet the world generates the very opposite in us. How to reconcile? The rule of conduct must be magnanimity and this can be observed and kept up only when in the heart of hearts we believe in the Reality of God alone, acting through our neighbours, their seeming forms being non-entity.
O Divinity! Who rules the Universe? None but God. Could anything take place against God’s laws? Never. All is well. Let those resort to plans and policies to whom the world is real. God, and nothing else exists but God! Glory!
Perish this body and mind, if for a single second the idea of defence lodges therein. My bodies are millions, my Self is God and needs no protection.
O! The joy of leaving behind the prosaic plains of parching body-consciousness! O! The joy of mingling with the sun and breezes! O! The joy of roaming in the heavenly infinite forest deeps of Ekamevadvitiyam