Rebazar Tarzs took off his sandals and placed them beside himself on the riverbank. Smiling, he looked across the broad waters at the gleaming riverpoint where a large bird fished. The seeker followed his glance and took in all the summer beauty of the river, and the Kashmir hills beyond.
The Traveler said, “Your spirit bears a heavy load, O seeker. Your conscience is deeply burdened. Only I can relieve you. Come and let me take your load!
“The worlds are sustained by my light and moved by my music. Man lives by the mercy of God’s word. No creation of the light can exist except through the body of God.
“The Spiritual Traveler is like a tree with its branches. The trunk represent the Traveler and the branches are his disciples. A Master who is without disciples is the tree which has not branches, and there can hardly be any branches without the trunk of the tree.
“I cannot give my love to those with the fly-bitten mind. When man is in the presence of those with such attitudes, he is bound fast to earthwise laws and codes that nothing to do with God. The fly-bitten speak of God as if on intimate terms. But that sincerity rings with false notes. He desires to use God for his own selfishness, but alas, it is only a dream.