A Fork In The Road?

Roadside Dining

It feels like a fork in the road. I will either wake up from this unexpected path and discover that it was all a dream and get back to the life I knew or discover an obscured zone that is the truth.

Saki Bowl alignment:

Life is a continual series of experiences, one leading to the other, until the soul arrives at its destination.                         Bowl of Saki, August 5, by Hazrat Inayat Khan

Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan: The truth is to be realized from all things, from religion, from philosophy, from science, from art, from industry. The only difference is that one takes a shorter way and the other takes a longer way. One goes round about and the other takes a straight path. There is no difference in the destination; the only difference is in the journey, whether one goes on foot or whether one drives, whether one is awake or whether one is asleep and is taken blindly to the destination, not knowing the beauties of the way.    from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VI/VI_21.htm 'I passed away into nothingness -- I vanished; and lo! I was all living.' All who have realized the secret of life understand that life is one, but that it exists in two aspects. First as immortal, all-pervading and silent; and secondly as mortal, active, and manifest in variety. The soul being of the first aspect becomes deluded, helpless, and captive by experiencing life in contact with the mind and body, which is of the next aspect. The gratification of the desires of the body and fancies of the mind do not suffice for the purpose of the soul, which is undoubtedly to experience its own phenomena in the seen and the unseen, though its inclination is to be itself and not anything else. When delusion makes it feel that it is helpless, mortal and captive, it finds itself out of place. This is the tragedy of life, which keeps the strong and the weak, the rich and poor, all dissatisfied, constantly looking for something they do not know. The Sufi, realizing this, takes the path of annihilation, and, by the guidance of a teacher on the path, finds at the end of this journey that the destination was he. As Iqbal says: 'I wandered in the pursuit of my own self; I was the traveler, and I am the destination.'                  from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_I_1.htm The individual soul is a shoot that springs from the all-pervading Spirit, its goal being its origin; and every attachment it has on its way is, no doubt, a detaining on the journey. The soul is never fully satisfied so long as it has not reached its destination. The love of the external world is a rehearsal before the performance, which is the love of God, the Inner Being.    ~~~ Sangatha II, Tasawwuf, by Hazrat Inayat Khan (unpublished)