I am the life without boundaries

I am the witness of the body

I am the seer of what I embody

I am the observer of the memories

I am the sentient without borders

I am the order in all disorders

I am not just the mind

I am the life that is behind

I am not just the senses

I am the life without fences

I am the space without limits

I am the time beyond minutes

I am the tree that rustles

I am the sun that shines

I am the river that flows

I am the sentient that knows

I am the blossoming flower

I am the all knowing brain power

I am the leaf that quiver with wind

I am that everyone is trying to find

Nothing is outside of me

Everything is in its place

I am the whole and free,

I am the buzzing bee

I am the boundless ocean

I am the mountain with no motion

I am free of the becoming notion

I am free of needing validation

I am free of needing consolation

I am free of needing commiseration

I am naturally non demanding

I am naturally non judgmental

I am naturally non complaining

I am naturally appreciating

I am naturally content being

It is effortless to be me

Meditation - Vakya Vritti class

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