Truth

I am the Self, Unbound - Eternal - Absolute - Ocean.

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Beyond the reach of mind and ego, I am,

I am the all-pervading Self, I am the all-pervading Ocean, 

I am the Supreme, with no limitations, bounds, forms and shapes.

 

I am the forms in all forms,

I am the intelligence in all intellects,

I am the love in all Hearts, 

I am the liberty in all freedoms; 

 

I am the light in the light,

I am the sun in the sun, 

I am the reflection of the Moon and Ocean,

in my own eye; 

I am the meaning of all words,

I am the creative of all creations; 

 

I have the breeze of the wind,

and the oxygen in leaves, 

The only and one,

who lives in all yet, doesn't dwell; 

 

I am the Self, the Self of all and all of them,

yet none of them.

 

SatChitAnanda Brahman remains my nature,

but not mine. 

 

I own it all, yet not, 

I am the sense of speech, remains of thought,

yet none at all; 

I am the time of time, 

the space of space,

yet not the duration and volume; 

 

I am the hunger of hunger, 

the thirst of thirst,

the smell of smell,

and the touch of touch;

 

I am the silence of noise,

and the noise of silence. 

 

I am the Self, the Self of all and all of them,

yet none of them.

 

SatChitAnanda Brahman remains my nature,

but not mine.

 

The attributes of all attributes,

and also the -less in attribute,

the Teacher in Teacher, 

the Student in Student,

the exchange between them,

yet afar from all Exchanges;

 

I am the Teacher's Grace,

the disciple's seeking,

yet not the Seeking-Sought-Seeker; 

 

The hot in hot,

the cold in cold, 

yet, both my jokes; 

 

The Cosmos I am,

yet not the Non-Existent in Me; 

 

I am the Creator, of everything and nothing,

Everything and Nothing, I am,

yet none of them.

 

I am the Self, the Self of all and all of them,

yet none of them.

 

SatChitAnanda Brahman remains my nature,

but not mine.

 

I am the I,

yet not the I; 

I am the Self,

yet, not the Self in it; 

I am,

yet, not the 'am' in it.

 

I am Brahman,

yet, who am I?

 

All of this,

yet nothing of it,

still, all of it and nothing of it, 

remain my own jokes.