Khud se Khud Tak


 A beautiful Sufi Qawwali, titled "KHUD SE KHUDA TAK" From Self to God) 

https://youtu.be/zpl2rlj3_2s?si=v0LiWQkZm2089lpx

This is a lyrical journey of the soul's awakening. It speaks of the profound realisation that the Divine is not found in external structures, but within the sanctuary of one's own heart.

The Longing and the Illusion

In the beginning, the seeker wanders through the dust of the world, searching for a trace of the Beloved . He calls out in temples and cries in mosques, turning the pages of every sacred book and questioning the learned clerics and priests . Yet, while they show him many paths, none can show him the face of the One he seeks. 


The Breaking of the Ego

The seeker confesses to the intoxication of his own "self"—his pride, his cleverness, and his outward piety . It is only when the Murshid (Spiritual Guide) casts a glance of mercy that the glass of the ego shatters.  In that breaking, the seeker discovers that what he thought was "himself" was merely a veil. 


The Threshold of the Heart

The ultimate truth is revealed at the "threshold of the self." The poem teaches:


 * The Inner Discovery: As the seeker steps across his own ego, he finds that the door he was knocking on was actually the door to the Divine .


 * Dissolving Duality: The separation between "I" and "You" is revealed to be a mere illusion . To find the Eternal (Baqqa), one must first become naught (Fana) .


 * The Heart as a Home: No longer does the soul yearn for distant Kaaba or Kashi; the heart itself becomes the dwelling place of God .


The Final Revelation

The journey concludes with the realisation that there is nothing but Light . The "stranger" he was searching for throughout the world turned out to be the most intimate "Self" he had ever known . When the "I" disappears, only the Beloved remains—"He is, and He is all".


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