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Imagine A Limitless Expanse Of Water: Above And Below, Before And Behind, Right And Left, Everywhere There Is Water. In That Water Is Placed A Jar Filled With Water. There Is Water Inside The Jar And Water Outside, But The Jar Is Still There. The 'i' Is The Jar.

So Long As The Bee Is Outside The Petals Of The Lily, And Has Not Tasted The Sweetness Of Its Honey, It Hovers Around The Flower Emitting The Buzzing Sound; But When It Is Inside The Flower, It Noiselessly Drinks The Nectar. So Long As A Man Quarrels And Disputes About Doctrines And Dogmas, He Has Not Tasted The Nectar Of True Faith; When He Has Tasted It, He Becomes Quiet And Full Of Peace.

God Can Be Realized Through All Paths. All Religions Are True. The Important Thing Is To Reach The Roof. You Can Reach It By Stone Stairs Or By Wooden Stairs Or By Bamboo Steps Or By A Rope. You Can Also Climb Up By A Bamboo Pole.

It Is Very Pleasant To Scratch An Itching Ring-worm, But The Sensation One Gets Afterwards Is Very Painful And Intolerable. In The Same Way The Pleasures Of This World Are Very Attractive In The Beginning, But Their Consequences Are Terrible To Contemplate And Hard To Endure.

The Waves Belong To The Water. Does The Water Belong To The Waves?