When senses changes

Our reasoning depends upon the nature of the senses.

When sense changes, this world becomes different-

Rest and motion, quality and quantity are changed.

It can be said that the world of colour and smell is non-existent,

Earth and sky, house and street, are nothing.

It can be said that all these are dreams or illusions,

Or veils over the countenance of the Divine Person.

It can be said that all is sorcery of the senses,

A deception produced by our eyes and ears.

But the ego does not belong to the universe of colour and smell ;

Our senses do not intervene between us and it.

Eyesight has no access to its sacred precincts,

You can see "self" without eyesight.

The calculation of its days is not through the revolution of the sky;

If you look within, there is no doubt or misgiving about it.

If you say that the "I" is a mere illusion-

An appearance among other appearances-

Then tell me who is the subject of this illusion.

Look within and discover.

The world is visible, yet its existence needs proof!¹

Not even the intellect of an angel can comprehend it;

The "I" is invisible and needs no proof

Think awhile and see thine own secret!

The "I" is Truth, it is no illusion;

Don't look upon it as a fruitless field.

When it ripens, it becomes eternal

(Iqbal)

Look into your mind

This world of ours, stretched out infinitely,

Is drowned like a fish in the sea of Time.

But look into your mind, and you will see

The sea of Time contained in a small cup.

(Iqbal)

Limitations of senses

Five Senses

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Limitations of Human eyesight

How did the eternal and temporal separate, That one became the world, and other God?

Q- How did the eternal and temporal separate,

That one became the world, and the other God?

If the knower and known are the One pure essence,

What are the aspirations of this handful of earth?

A- THE life of the ego is to bring non-ego into existence,
The separation of the knower and known is good.
Our ideas of eternal and temporal are due to our way of reckoning,
Our reckoning is the result of the spell of mathematical time.
We constantly talk of yesterday and to-morrow,
We deal with "is," "was," and "might be."
To sever ourselves from Him is our nature,
And also to be restless and not to reach the goal.
Neither do we get worth in separation from Him,
Nor does He feel peace without union with us;
Neither He without us, nor we without Him! How strange!
Our separation is separation-in-union.
Separation gives to this dust (i.e. man) an insight,
It gives the weight of a mountain to a straw.
Separation is a token of love;
It agrees with the nature of lovers.
If we are alive, it is due to this affliction (of separation),
And if we are immortal, it is due to it.
What is "I" and "He"? It is a divine mystery
"I" and "He" are a witness to our immortality.1
The light of the Essence is everywhere, hidden and apparent ;
To live in company is real life.
Love does not acquire insight without company,
And without company, it does not become self-conscious.
In our assembly, there are divine manifestations, behold!
The world is non-existent and He is existent,2 behold.
Doors and walls, cities, towns and streets are not there,
For here there is nothing existent except we and He.
Sometimes He makes Himself a stranger to us,
Sometimes He plays upon us as upon a musical instrument.
Sometimes we fashion His idol out of stone,
Sometimes we prostrate before Him without having seen Him.
Sometimes we tear every veil of Nature,
And boldly see His beautiful face.
What fancy has this handful of dust?
It is due to this fancy that his inner self is illumined.
What a nice fancy that he bewails in separation
And yet he grows and develops through it.
This separation developed in him such a spiritual insight,
That he turned his dusk into a dawn.
He made the ego subject to affliction:
Thus turned the ancient grief into an ever-living joy.
He got strings of pearls from the tears of his eyes
From the tree of bewailing he got sweet fruit.
To press the ego tightly to the bosom
Is to turn death into everlasting life.
What is Love? It is to tie all the different stages in a knot.
What is Love? It is to pass beyond all goals.
Love does not know of any termination,
Its dawn has no dusk.
There are no bends in its way as in that of intellect,
In its lustre of a moment, there is a world.
Thousands of worlds lie along our path,
How can our endeavours reach their finale?
O traveller I live for ever and die for ever,
Take hold of the world that comes before you.
It is not the goal of our journey to merge ourselves in His ocean.
If you catch hold of Him, it is not fana (extinction).
It is impossible for an ego to be absorbed in another ego,
For the ego to be itself is its perfection.3 Iqbal, Zabur Ajam 1927

What am I? Tell me what "I" means. What is the meaning of "travel into yourself"?

WHAT am I? Tell me what "I" means.

What is the meaning of "travel into yourself"?

EGO is the amulet for the protection of the universe.
The first ray of its essence is Life.
Life awakens from its sweet dream,
Its inside, which is one, becomes many.
Neither it develops without our expansion,
Nor do we expand without its development.
Its inner core is a shoreless sea,
The heart of every drop is a tumultuous wave.
It has no inclination to rest,
Its manifestation is nothing but individuals.1
Life is fire and egos are like its flames;
Like stars they are (both) stationary and moving.
Without going outside, it looks towards others;
Though in company, is yet in privacy.
Just see its self- meditation,
It develops out of the trodden earth.
Hidden from the eyes, it is in tumult,
It is constantly in search of adornment.
It is in perpetual activity through its internal ardour,
As if it is at war with itself.
The world gets order through this strife of the ego!
A handful of dust becomes translucent through strife.
From its ray, nothing comes into being save egos,
From its sea, nothing appears save pearls.
The earthly garb is a veil for Khudi,
Its appearance is like the rising of the sun.
In the innermost heart of ours is its sun,
Our dust is illumined through. its potency.
You ask to be informed about "I," and
What is meant by "travel into yourself."
I informed you about the relation of body and so
Travel into yourself and see what "I" is.
To travel into self?-It is to be born without father and mother,2
To catch Pleiads from the edge of the roof;
To hold eternity with a single stroke of anguish,
To see without the rays of the sun;
To obliterate every sign of hope and fear,
To sunder the river like Moses,3
To break this spell of sea and land,
To split the moon with a finger.4
So to return from this experience of the spaceless world,
That it is within his heart, and the world in his hand.5
But it is difficult to unravel this secret:
Here "seeing" is valuable and "describing" worthless.
What can I say about "I" and its brilliance?
It is manifest from the Qur'anic text, "We proposed."6
The heavens are in terror of its glory,
Time and space are in its grip.
It sought refuge in the heart of man,
And has fallen to the lot of this handful of dust.
It is distinct from the other and yet related to it,7
Is lost within itself and yet conjoined with the other.
What kind of aspiration this handful of dust has
That its flight is. beyond the limitations of time and space.
It is in prison8 and yet free! What is this?
It is the lasso, the prey, and the hunter! What is this
There is a lamp within your heart;
What is this light which is in your mirror?
Don't be negligent, you are its trustee,
What folly that you do not look within your self! (Iqbal-Zabur Ajam, 1927)