Path Without Destination

Excerpt from the book: “Path without destination – The long walk of a gentle hero” by Satish Kumar

“One morning I got up early and walked into the forest.  It was dawn.  There was dew on the grass and leaves.  I came to a tall tree with large overhanging branches, sat down cross-legged under the tree, and closed my eyes.  I looked into my body and saw a dark tunnel, a deep hollow inside.  I went into it, drawn inwards.

Instead of smelling outside, my nose was smelling the inner happenings and my ears were hearing the sounds inside.  I could hear the sounds and voices of the ego pushing me in different directions.  But I sat quietly.  Slowly the battle calmed down, it slowly faded away.  Gradually peace came.

I saw the events of my life as one thread, the same thread which united the whole universe and which was each person.  I saw a struggle without conflict, a pain without misery.  I saw a love so great that it had to remain hidden.  I felt myself part of my mother and father, and in all the people through whom I had been expressed. I was being reborn.  I felt like a child, like an innocent person, just living and growing, engaged in the journey from action to nonaction, from struggle without to struggle within.  Life was an eternal journey, a journey to the center , the source, searching for the soul.

Everything became meditation.  I felt a sense of divinity.  This newness brought a surrender, a surrender where nothing mattered, where everything was accepted.  It was beyond happiness, beyond pleasure.  I experienced the zero level of existence, the void, the beauty of the void and the beauty of nothingness: shunyata.

I opened my eyes.  I saw a snake about three yards long curled around the trunk of the tree beside me.  I sat still. The snake disappeared into a hole among the roots.  I must have sat there for six hours, for when I returned it was after then o’clock.”

This book was passed on to me by a friend and once I finish reading it I too will pass it on to:

someone…