Truth is not hidden away
In the meditative silence;
It shines forth in the sunlight
As it does in the moonlit night;
No difference to it Azan makes
Nor the cries of a tortured man;
One to it is all this imagination
Lived in private and public spaces;
To think we have to ‘find’ the Truth
Is the first mistake any novice makes,
How can you find that which ain’t lost;
What you see all around in this world,
Can it defy Truth and have independence,
Can it have an existence or appearance
Different from what you think Truth is
Different from how Truth looks like;
Forget meditation, just give up thinking
You are different from ubiquitous Truth
And you have to go seek for it in silence;
You cannot buy Truth at any price
Not even the price of ceaseless meditation;
The only way you can make it embrace you
Is to love it like you love your own self.
Know Thyself 