The Self is lesser than the least, greater than the greatest. He lives in all hearts. When senses are at rest, free from desire, man finds Him and mounts
beyond sorrow.
Though sitting, He travels; though sleeping is everywhere. Who but I Death can understand that God is beyond happiness and sorrow.
Who knows the Self, bodiless
among the embodied, unchanging among the changing, prevalent everywhere, goes beyond sorrow.
The Self is not known through discourse, splitting of hairs, learning however great; He comes to the man
He loves; takes that man's body for His own.
The wicked man is restless, without concentration, without peace; how can he find Him, whatever his learning?
He has made mere
preachers and soldiers His food, death its condiment; how can a common man find Him?
The individual self and the universal Self, living in the heart, like shade and light, though beyond enjoyment, enjoy the
result of action. All say this, all who know Spirit, whether householder or ascetic.
Man can kindle that Fire, that Spirit, a bridge for all who sacrifice, a guide for all who pass beyond fear.
Self rides in the chariot of the body, god is the firm-footed charioteer, discursive mind the reins. Senses are the horses, objects of desire the roads. When Self is joined to body, mind, sense, none but He enjoys.
When a man lack steadiness, unable to control his mind, his senses are unmanageable horses. But if he control his mind, a steady man, they are manageable horses.
The impure, self-willed, unsteady man misses the goal and is born again and again.
The self-controlled, steady, pure man goes to that goal from which he never returns.
He who calls intellect to manage
the reins of his mind reaches the end of his journey, finds there all-pervading Spirit.
Above the senses are the objects of desire, above the objects of desire mind, above the mind intellect, above the
intellect manifest nature.
Above manifest nature the unmanifest seed(which is true innocence), above the unmanifest seed, God. God is the goal; beyond Him nothing.
God does not
proclaim Himself, he is everybody's secret, but the heart of the sage has found Him.
The wise man would lose his speech in mind, mind in the intellect, intellect in nature, nature in God and so find
peace.
Get up! Stir yourself! Learn wisdom at the Master's feet. A hard path the sages say, the sharp edge of a razor.
He who knows the soundless, odorless, tasteless,
intangible, formless, deathless, supernatural, undecaying, beginningless, endless, unchangeable Reality, springs out of the mouth of Death.
