/lit/ - Literature

>>12365271
It seems like you've covered most of the major areas, have you read any Sufi stuff yet? I find that it complements other eastern teachings beautifully. It has the same ego dissolution and tranquil bliss as Vedanta/Buddhism but with the same sort of suggestive/intuition-based aesthetics of Daoist texts (helped by the fact that most Sufi texts are essentially poems). Sanai's 'The Enclosed Garden of Truth' hit me like a train. You can read it here (starts at page 31).

http://www.bahaistudies.net/asma/hadiqat.pdf

He is One, and number has no place in Him; He is Absolute, and dependence is far removed
from Him; not that One which reason and understanding can know, not that Absolute which
sense and imagination can recognise. He is not multitude, nor paucity; one multiplied by one
remains one. In duality is only evil and error; in singleness is never any fault.

While multitude and confusion remain in thy heart, say thou 'One' or 'Two,'--what matter, for
both are the same. Thou, the devil's pasture, know for certain what, and how much, and why, and
how! Have a care! His greatness comes not from multitude; His essence is above number and
quality; the weak searcher may not ask 'Is it' or 'Who' concerning Him. No one has uttered the
attributes of the Creator, HE,--quantity, quality, why, or what, who, and where. His hand is
power, His face eternity; 'to come' is His wisdom, 'the descent' His gift; His two feet are the
majesty of vengeance and dignity, His two fingers are the effective power of His command and
will. All existences are subject to His omnipotence; all are present to Him, all seek Him; the
motion of light is towards light-how can light be separated from the sun?
In comparison with His existence eternity began but the day before yesterday; it came at dawn,
but yet came late. How can His working be bounded by eternity? Eternity without beginning is a
houseborn slave of his; and think not nor imagine that eternity without end (is more), for eternity
without end is like to eternity without beginning.

How shall He have a place, in size greater or smaller? for place itself has no place. How shall
there be a place for the Creator of place, a heaven for the Maker of heaven himself? Place cannot
attain to Him, nor time; narration can give no information of Him, nor observation. Not through
columns is His state durable; His nature's being has its place in no habitation.