Such is the case with all earthly pleasures and pains.
Sexual intercourse is the highest type of sensual pleasure in the world, but how long does it last? Only a few minutes. If this, the highest of all worldly pleasures, is compared with the real happiness of eternal divine bliss, it is a mere shadow of a drop from the infinite ocean of eternal bliss. When once realized, the bliss is felt and enjoyed every second forever! From this comparison, you can imagine the hollowness of the world and its pleasures.
In the evening Baba sang in Persian a couplet from a ghazal of Hafiz, which he explained to the men. He was in a splendid mood and it being Thursday — the day of the guru — the arti of Upasni Maharaj was sung. Afterward, for the first time in many months, the men were allowed to bow down to Baba's feet and take his darshan.
On the 13th of October, at 10:30 in the morning, Baba sent for Adi and Ghani, who were looking morose. He told them, "Be mentally free and happy."
He then explained what he meant:
As the cause, so the effect; the cause may be big and important, or small and insignificant, but the result will definitely be according to it. The woes of this world are imaginary and are the self-created result of our own ignorance; having no cause, they are therefore unjustifiable. If there is no reason or cause, then it naturally follows that the result is unreal, insubstantial and meaningless.
So why worry about the happiness, or misery, of this world which has no cause behind it except imagination? Just go on observing things as a passive spectator as they go on around you, keeping the mind free and happy. As Hafiz says:
Both the happinesses and sorrows of the world will pass away.
So it is better to remain peaceful throughout.
At 4:45 on the morning of Saturday, 14 October 1922, when the men had gathered in the dining room to offer prayers, the Master inquired if anyone had dreamt anything last night. Ghani said, "I dreamt that in a lane on the main road of Bhendi Bazaar [a Bombay locality], I was sitting attired in a dirty ochre-colored robe. Some friends and relatives of mine were passing and, seeing me looking like a sadhu, they said, 'There is the famous doctor of Null Bazaar.' "