The inner music
- The music that fills the outer ear is but an echo of the inner
harmony. One who learns to make his whole being an ear, alone hears
the music of eternity. The unstruck sound, without drums and
trumpeting, soothes my senses, stimulates my mind, and fills my
heart. This inner music has consumed all the longings I had for
- The Self is the dearest of all things, and only
through the Self is anything else dear.
The Self is the origin of all finite happiness,
but it is itself pure bliss, transcending definition.
It remains unaffected by deeds, good and bad.
It is beyond feeling and beyond knowledge,
but it is not beyond the meditation of the sage.