It is all within us, before you realize that, or how soon you realize that,

will lead to either transformation or frustration.

It may be just momentary for a whole lot of people,

because people will feel terrified.

You will see there was struggling in pain, this, that was happening.

A few of bewildered, what's happening?

Because they never thought this will happen to them.

Okay, Sadguru, I'm going to ask you to move to this poem called Human on page 112.

Oh, I like that number.

One, one, two, human.

Human, even when at home, I longed for home,

searing pain of longing for home, strangely got cured in being homeless.

When the walls of home dissolved, a pristine home, unwalled, and unfettered,

devoid of love, affection, or companions blossomed.

Sell, I call it my being.

But this is a poem about home, and it is also a poem about,

it's a poem about a kind of home sickness, and then it's a poem about a kind of homelessness,

and then it's a poem about homecoming.

And I wanted you to tell us more about that journey,

because I think in some way many of us have shared that journey,

but not on the level of, not on the profundity that you're talking about it here,

but I think many of us have had glimpses of that journey.

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