God
Is
Truth.
His
Truth -
we are
bound
to
admit.
That Truth -
if
we
do not
admit -
even
by a little,
we
do not
have
any
escape.
Therefore,
That
Infallible Truth -
we
are
seeing
in the water,
on the land,
in the sky -
everywhere.
But,
He, verily,
Is
Not
just Truth;
He
Is
Aanandaruupamamritam1.
He
Is
the Form
of
Joy,
He
Is
the Essence
of
Immortality.
That
Joyous
Form
of His -
where
are we
seeing
It?
I
have
already
hinted before,
Joy
Is
naturally
Free.
Upon
That,
no
force
can
be
applied,
no
accounts
can
be
kept.
This
is
the reason
why
the
day
we
make
a festival
of
joy,
on
that day
we
loosen
the
tightly
bound
rules
of
everyday;
on
that day
we
loosen
our
self-interest,
we
loosen
our
necessities,
we
loosen
the
barrier
between
'I'
and others,
we
loosen
the hard
constrictions
of
the World;
it is
then
only
that
in the midst of
our house,
a little
bit
of
open space
of
such a kind
gets
created,
where
the
Manifestation
of Joy
Becomes
possible.
Truth, verily,
Obeys
Bondage;
Joy
Does Not.
This
is
why,
in
the
Nature
of the Universe
we
see
the Form
of Truth
in
Rules,
and
we
see
the
Form
of
Joy
in
Beauty.
This
is
why,
an introduction
to the
Form
of Truth
is
extremely necessary
for us;
the introduction
to
the
Form
of Joy
we can
forgo.
In
the
morning,
light
comes
at sunrise -
knowing This
Truth,
and
using It
for
some
purpose -
is
very necessary
to
us;
but,
that
the morning
is
beautiful
and
very calm -
if
we
do not know
this
little piece
of information -
we
do
not
suffer
any
loss
in
any
of
our
activities.
The water,
the land,
the sky
are
binding us
in
sundry bonds;
but,
in this water,
on this land,
in this sky -
in sundry colors,
in sundry fragrances,
in sundry music -
the huge
and wonderful
arrangements
of Beauty -
they
do not
force us
in
anything;
if we
move
on
without
looking at them,
they
do not
vilify
us,
calling
us
spoilsports!
Thus we are seeing,
in the
Realm
of
Truth
of
the World,
we
are
Bound -
in
the Realm
of
Beauty
we
are
Free.
The Truth
we
can
prove
by
Logic,
in
an
infallible
way;
The Beauty
we
cannot
prove
by,
verily,
anything
other than
our
Free
Joy.
The person
who
catcalls
and says:
'Your Beauty
is
nothing',
even
the Goddess
of
Opulence
of The
Huge Universe
Needs
to go
totally
silent
to
that person.
There
is
no Law,
there
is
no Policeman
by
which
This Beauty -
(s)he
can
be
compelled
to admit.
Therefore,
in the World -
This
Wonderful
and
Strange
Arrangement
of
Beauty
of God -
It
Does Not
Collect
any
tariff,
any
tax
from us;
It
Wants
our
Free Will -
It
Says:
'In
me,
may
you
feel
joy;
may
you
accept me
on
your own.'
That
is
why
I was saying,
in
an
outré
abode
of the
'I'-field
of
our
Inner Soul,
there
is
a
coming
and going
of
That
Joyful -
across
the
Whole World
its
proof
is
lying
scattered.
In
the
azure
of
the Sky,
in
the
verdure
of
the Forest,
in
the
fragrance
of flowers -
everywhere,
verily,
the
Mark
of Those
Feet
of
His
Has Been
captured.
There,
if
He Came
in
His
Royal
Attire,
then
we
would have
obeyed
Him
with
folded palms;
but,
He
Comes
quietly,
in
the
guise
of a
friend;
He
Comes
completely
alone,
with Him
His
footmen -
scepter in hand,
and
beating drums
to
the
tune
of victory -
none
of
them
comes;
that is why
our
sinful
slumber
does not
want
to
end
at all -
the
door
remains
shut
tight.
But
doing
this
will
definitely
not work -
simply
because
the onus
of
Rules
is
no more,
if
the
wretched fellow
does
not
accept
the
onus
of Love2
with
free will,
then
birth
after
birth
(s)he shall
only
die -
wandering
from
being
a slave
to
being
a slave
of
slaves.
That
the
human birth
is
a birth
of
Joy -
that news
(s)he
shall
not
get
at all,
in
any
way.
Ahoy,
in the
innermost
abode
of
our
soul
where
the vision
of
the
Sun
and
the
Moon
does not
reach -
where
there
is
no
entryway
for
even
any
close person,
where
only
His
Seat
alone
Has Been
Placed,
open the door
to
That Place -
turn
on
and
turn up
all
the lights
of
That Place.
Like
in
the
morning
very clearly
I
am
able
to
see -
His Light
Has
Been
Surrounding
me
in
all
my
organs,
just like that
may
I
directly
realize
His
Joy,
His
Desire,
His
Love -
Have Been
Covering
my
life
everywhere -
in
a
dense
and
intimate
way.
He, too,
Has
Taken
a
resolution
that
This Form
of Joy
of
His,
He
Shall Not
Show
us
by force;
rather,
every day,
verily
He Shall
Go
Back
again
and
again;
rather,
This
Worldwide
Arrangement
of
Beauty
of His -
every
day
It
Shall
Be
useless
to
me,
and yet,
He
Shall Not
Apply
force
even
by
a little.
The
Day
my
Love
Shall Rise,
on
That
Day
His
Love
Shall Not
Remain
secret
anymore -
even
by
a trace.
Why
I
have
become
'I' -
and
died,
wandering
door
to
door,
for
so many days,
with
so
much
misery,
on
That
Day
That Mystery
of
Sorrow
of Separation
Shall
Be
Exposed
in
a single
moment.
19 Paush 1315
(January 2, 1909)
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