rouse oneself

[…]
The authentic question is, “Who am I?”
And the only way to know is to be silent, be alert, be aware,
watch your thoughts, and let them disappear.
One day, you will find all has become silent… not even a murmur of thought.
Everything has stopped, as if time has stopped.
And suddenly you are awake from a long, long dream,
from a nightmare.

There is only one door which can help you, and that is within you.
Taking a jump into yourself, you have plunged into existence.
In that moment you feel a tremendous oneness with all.
Then you are no longer lonely, no longer alone, because there is nobody who is other than you.
There is only you expanded in all directions, in all possible manifestations. It is you flowering in the tree; it is you moving in a white cloud.
It is you in the ocean, in the river.
It is you in the animals, in the people. […]

Rajneesh [Osho]

Epilogue

The sun, less fierce, shines bright in a thinner sky.
Rocked by a lulling autumn breeze,
The garden rosebushes bend rhythmically.
The air around is full of a sister’s kisses.

For the time being, Nature has left her throne
Of irony, serenity and splendor:
Toward her perverse, rebellious subject, man,
She descends mild through the fullness of yellow air.

With the hem of her cloak spotted by the abyss,
She deigns to wipe the sweat from our brow,
And her immortal form, her soul’s eternities,
Give our slack hasty hearts calm and strength too.

The ancient branches, their cool swaying,
The widened horizon full of indistinct
Song, even the joyous flights of birds and clouds, everything
Today consoles and sets free.—Let us think.

Paul Verlaine