The Sweetest Sounds
As disciples of a perfect Master, we might wonder what we have to look forward to in the days and years ahead. Everything! We should be leading the parade of the hopeful. Our confidence is in God, in the living Master, in the word made flesh, in the divine music that lies within every human being. We are told that this music - the Shabd - will lead us home.
But it is not only the mystics who tell us that our best days are ahead. An unusual source of inspiration can be found in the lyrics of an old Broadway musical entitled, No Strings. One song in the show is called “The Sweetest Sounds”. Unlike most songs it only has one verse.
The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear are still inside my head.
The kindest words I’ll ever know are waiting to be said.
The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see.
And the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere, for me.
The deeper spiritual meaning of the words is apparent to us. The sweetest sounds are the sounds of the five Shabds that are ringing even now, within the eye centre. Someday we will hear these sweet sounds within. The kindest words are the words of welcome, spoken or unspoken that - as we have our inner reunion with our Master - will be heard by the lost soul, who, after so long a separation, has finally returned to the source of all love and forgiveness. The most entrancing sight of all is the Radiant Form of the Master that our eyes and our souls ache to see. That form of the Master is said to be so entrancing, that we will never want to look away. And the dearest love in all the world is the Master himself, who is waiting for every one of us at the eye centre. He is the love we have been searching for all our lives; but until we go there, his presence within us is only a concept. He waits for us at the eye centre where we can truly experience what he has to give.
Satsangis have everything to look forward to. Our best days, spiritually speaking, are in front of us. And yet out among the many distractions of the world we can become afraid that the divine reunion is far away. To correct this mistaken assessment, we need to listen to the Master’s words and to the assurances he gives us now in the present moment; that the Shabd that is always ringing in the eye centre will someday become the sweetest sounds that we will ever hear and that he is waiting for us there.
Is it not true that, when the light of God’s glory reaches the heart, it feels intoxicated and, when that light is absent, the opposite is felt? This state will be repeated until the heart melts and is lost, so that the heart breaks and is no more.
Then only God will remain.
Shams-e Tabrizi: Rumi’s Perfect Teacher