Chapter 1: The Great Illusion
In this sutra, Rama symbolizes this vast ocean. It has no relation to being a Hindu or a Christian or a Mohammedan. For Hindus, Rama is a very sweet word indicative of the ultimate reality. It does not refer to any person, to any historical figure. To surrender to Rama is to surrender to the whole by effacing oneself. I am not; only the vast expanse, the vastness, the ultimate reality, is - and there is no other refuge than this. One who is searching for refuge elsewhere will go astray.
Life after life we have been wandering, searching for this refuge. A place of shelter is needed, a shade where one can rest. We have been searching for it through birth after birth, one road leading to another, but the shelter never comes. Many times overnight stops come but not the destination.
An overnight stop means one stops for a brief respite, then comes to know that this is not the destination, and so begins a new journey. Every journey links itself to a new journey, but the traveling itself does not come to an end. Only in the eternal does the traveling come to an end. This does not mean that afterwards you do not move anymore, that you do not flow anymore. No, you do move, you do flow, because the flow of life goes on non-stop. But you are no more. The journey remains, but the traveler is no more. And the day the traveler disappears, how can worry continue? The day the traveler is not there, who will do the worrying? Then life is a festival, a celebration. Then life is a dance and a music, saturated with the ecstasy of enlightenment. As it is now, life is a worry, a restlessness, an inner turmoil. As it is now, life is a sadness.
Existence is the only refuge.
Certainly, there is no other refuge.
The mystic who said, “There is no refuge but existence” only came to know this by having this ultimate experience. But we start feeling this just by looking at you. Why is this so?
Yes, you can feel this provided you look - but who looks? In order to look, a different kind of eyes is needed. There are times when, without your knowing, such eyes appear on their own; there are times when, without your knowing, you forget yourself. In those moments when you are absent, when you are not, the curtain in front of your eyes disappears. In those moments you catch a glimpse.