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The comfort-seeking seeker, the sweet basil of the path, came before the Spirit with a hundred hearts, seeking spirit. He said, 'O reflection of the sun of majesty, a ray from the eternal sun. Whatever has come in absolute Monotheism, all of that has been realized in you. Since you are beyond intellect and gnosis, you cannot be explained nor described. Since you are constantly without essence and attribute, both attribute and your eternal essence are perfect. Pure tracelessness and namelessness are yours, the Unseen of the Unseen fits perfectly upon your stature. There is no creature above you, there is no beloved outside of you. In the radiance of the sun of gnosis, how can one describe a mere lamp? You are effaced in effacement and lost in loss, and from your being lost, man has become manifest. Since you have all and you are nothing, since you are all nothing, you have no complexity. No, you are constantly pure from nothing and all, oh wonder, you are persistently the purest of the pure. You are the final destination for the seekers, a hundred worlds within a hundred worlds are your harvest. A hundred worlds within a hundred worlds passed by, they want to wander in your worlds. Every breath they will gallop into a hundred worlds, in contemplating you, they will lose their souls. Since you are absolutely both the soul and the world, both the breath of the Merciful and the blowing of the Truth. May I find the way to the All-Embracing in that vastness, give me elevation so I may find the way to the Exalter. My soul is a single branch of your ocean, I am dying, the choice now is yours. If you give me vastness in life, you will give me eternal elevation like yourself.' The Spirit said, 'O seeker with a frantic soul, although you have wandered much around the world, You wandered a hundred worlds in melancholy for me, until you arrived at the shore of my ocean. If you wish to go towards every atom, there is no way to go from the moon to the fish. That which you have lost, if you have lost it, is within you; you are your own veil. Adam first rushed towards every atom, until he found the way within himself, he did not find the way. Though you wandered much forward and backward, you did not find the way into your own nature for a single breath. Now that you have arrived here, be a man, drown in my ocean and become solitary. For I am an infinite ocean, limitless and endless until eternity. On the shore of my ocean, make your head your feet, detach your heart from your soul and drown yourself. When you become completely drowned in this sea, become more drowned every moment continuously. Because as long as you remain separate, you will never see the head nor the foot of this ocean. As long as you are at the door of this endless ocean, oh wonder, the more drowned you are, the thirstier you become. The drop has perpetual unquenchable thirst, because it wants to become like the ocean. A drop that goes outside the sea, goes into why and what and how. But when it is a drop of the Oxus, there is no why, no what, and no how. As long as you are here, why exists, a meddling narrative continues. When you reach the sea as a pure loser of self, how can you be sought again from the dust? If you sift the whole world front and back, no one will come up on top of the sieve. Whoever becomes like a drop, he is the sea, whatever he was, he is in that same passion. In their own imagination they go one by one, whether old or young, they go. They take comfort and hardship from here, they take hell and paradise from here. At the hour you depart, look carefully at how you are going at that time. If you depart from here in a state of obedience, you will remain as you were at that hour. And if you have left the world in rebellion, you will remain as you left at that moment. Your return is towards the sea, O boy, whatever this is, the real work is there, O boy. Whether the drop is mature or immature, the sea is free from its good and bad. Whether the drop is a believer or an idol worshiper, the sea remains always as it is. Good and bad all appear in you, both pure and impure all come from you. The drop, according to the measure of its own vision, does its own work upon the face of the sea. Wherever vision ceases, that place becomes the shore for the drop. Since this sea has no shore at all, how can the drop see a visible shore for it? If it sees a shore, that is its own imagination, and if it sees an illusion, that is its own destiny. If an ant has a path on a mountain, the mountain in its eyes is less than a straw. If the gnat saw the magnitude of the elephant, when would it bring death upon itself? If the sun revealed itself according to its true measure, when would the chameleon be ruined by its love? The chameleon, out of ignorance, formed the illusion that the sun moved for its sake. When the sun goes into the very west, the water lily goes into the water out of jealousy. It says, Since my sun has become hidden, what will I do with the world without its face? O you who have entered into your own sack, you are worshiping your own imagination. The matter is beyond your imagination, say, how much should I shake your chain? You are a gnat settling upon an elephant, so that by your own hand you cast yourself to the ground. You are a small bird going to Mount Qaf, so that it may split like the letter Kaf by your beak. You are a mote moving from place to place, so that you may place the sun beneath your feet. You are a drop boiling like a spring, so that you may drink up the entire great sea.' When the Spirit explained these words, the seeker arranged his provisions for the journey from him. He gave his head into the depths of his endless ocean, the man gave his seeing soul and turned his face into his soul. In short, when the seeker dove into the ocean of the soul, he became fearless of his soul. As much as his soul saw behind and ahead, he saw both worlds as the shadow of his own essence. Every seeking, every earnestness and effort there was, every fidelity, every yearning, and every pact there was, All that bewilderment of his every breath, and all his cries, sighs, and mourning, He did not see them from the body, he saw them from the soul; no, he did not see them from the soul, he saw them from the Beloved. He remained in bewilderment, he washed his hands of himself, he became pure from himself and sat in a corner. Although he found himself full of twists in the search, he found that seeking from himself was absolutely nothing. He said, 'O Soul, since you were all that is, you yourself said Yes and heard Am I not your Lord?' Since you were both respected worlds, why did you turn me upside down so much? He said, 'So that you might know my worth a little, because when someone obtains a treasure, If that treasure falls into his hands for free, he will never know its worth one bit. He knows the value of it if it is a treasure whose acquisition entailed suffering and toil.'