Meditate With Lalleshwari
Below is a painting of her in deep meditation.
- Oh mind, how intoxicated you are with a foreign brand. How are you eluded by untruth for truth?
- Listen. Enthralled you have become by a foreign creed. About coming and going, birth and rebirth, about a cyclic movement through life and death.
- Forever we come, forever we go. Forever, day and night, we are on the move. Whence we come, thither we go, forever in the round of birth and death, from nothingness to nothingness. But sure, a mystery here abides: a something is there for us to know; it cannot all be meaningless.
- Keep your mind intent upon the Path that leads to Immortality. If it strays from the path, it will fall into evil ways. Be firm with it, and have no fear. For mind is like a suckling baby, which tosses restless even in its mother's lap.
- Day will be erased in night. The ground's surface will extend outward. The new moon will be swallowed in eclipse. And the mind, in meditation, will be completely absorbed by the void inside it.
- To learn the scriptures is easy; to live them, hard. The search for the real is no simple matter. Should you in this body seek the Supreme Self that dwells within, greed and illusion soon removed, a halo of glory will surround this very Body of yours.
- I treaded on the expanse of the Void within me. I lost intellect, cognizance, and the sensations external. A detective of self, I became my Self; lo and behold. From which ear [has] my Lotus blossomed forth?
- Lalla will flee into the garden door of Self. There, I saw Shiva and Shakti, merged in one. Absorbed in that vision, I dissolved in Him alive, realized the essence, and tasted the sweetness of the Divine Secret. I would die while alive. How can He stop me?
- Now I saw a stream flowing. Now neither bank nor bridge was seen. Now I saw a bush in bloom. Now neither rose nor thorn was seen.
- I searched for myself until I grew weary. But no one, I know now, reaches the hidden Knowledge by means of effort. Then, absorbed in Thou Art This, I found the place of wine. There, all the jars are filled, but no one is left to drink.
- The soul, like the moon, is Now, and always New again. And I have seen the Ocean continuously created. Since I scoured my mind and my body, I too, Lalla, am new, each moment new.
- My teacher told me one thing: live in the soul. When that was so, I began to go naked, and dance.
- Just for a moment, flowers appear on the empty, nearly spring tree. Just for a second, wind through the wild thicket thorns. Self inside Self, you are nothing but Me. Self inside Self, I am only You. What we are together will never die. The why and how of this? What does it matter?
- Oh Infinite Consciousness, brimming with elixir. You live within my body, and I worship only You. I do not care if I die, take birth, or pass into some other state. These things are so ordinary now.
- Dance, Lalla, with nothing on but air. Sing, Lalla, wearing the sky. Look at this glowing day. What clothes could be so beautiful, or more sacred?
- There is neither you, nor I. Neither the object of meditation, nor the process of meditation. The Father of all Action forgot Himself there. The blind do not see any relationship and support there. The devout merged within, the moment they saw the Lord.
- At the end of a crazy moon night, the love of God rose and said, "It's me, Lalla." The Beloved woke, we became That, and the Lake is crystal clear.