An Allegory of Soul-Yearning
by Swami Kriyananda (J. Donald Walters)
This little story, more than anything else I've ever written in wordsmore deeply even than my autobiography, The Pathis an expression of who I am, inside. My music does it alsomuch of itbut no other literary work.
I don't know how many are interested in gaining this insight. I've never liked to intrude myself on others, for I realize that I'm not of any real importance in this world. No one is! I do know, of course, that I've done a few things in my life. A few people have kindly expressed appreciation for some of them. Inside me, however, I've never felt defined by any of them. One has no choice but to be active in this life, and I've tried to be of some help to others. Inside myself, however, those activities haven't touched me. They've never expressed who I really am.
I've traveled far and wide in this world. When meeting strangers, my principal perception of us has been that we are fellow seekers of truths for which we all hunger, behind all the "busyness" of our lives. My own self-definition has always been in terms of this inner aspiration.
The "mood" of this book was mine at five and six years of age. It was mine at the age of eighteen, when I wrote it. Nearly sixty years have passed since then; I'm what people call an "old man" now, though I don't feel it. Nor did I ever feel young. I'm like Lisa, the simple girl in this story. Her "mood" today is still mine.
We are all strangers in this world. We may try to make it our own, but it can never be ours. Alone we came into it. And alone we must leave it. And all we can take with us when we leave is the longing in our hearts to embrace LIFE with deeper understanding.
In divine friendship,
Swami Kriyananda (J. Donald Walters)