Vedantic Tales : The Wayfarer

Then Buckshee asked: Who are you, sir? I have seen no traveler such as you on this road. I have seen only jackals and rabbits and none worthy of life or of the name man.

The wayfarer smiled. All are worthy of life, my son, he said. As for me, I live in the Self. Therefore, whom should, I fear, and what should I desire that you should not take it from me?

Where is that place, asked Buckshee, that living in it you should have no fear and no desire?

The Self, my son, the wayfarer answered, is everywhere. It is ever shining in its own light and is indestructible. That Self is ever full and cannot know loneliness by night or need by day. It cannot .know the terrors of the guilty dream or the black pit of space or the slow fire of time. That Self, my son, cannot be diminished or be added to; it cannot be bound or wounded; there is nothing in earth, heaven, or hell that can touch the full glory of that Self. It is greater than the great, more beautiful than the most beautiful, and imperishable. The Self, my son, is who I am. And thou, too, art That.

I? Buckshee said in a small, incredulous voice.

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