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Nameless and Formless




I am neither the daughter nor the mother

I am neither the sister nor the wife

I am neither the friend nor the neighbor 

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless.


I am neither the doctor nor the patient 

I am neither the student nor the teacher 

I am neither the writer nor the reader 

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless. 


I am neither the doer nor the enjoyer 

I am neither the waker nor the dreamer 

I am neither the sleeper nor the actor 

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless.


I am neither a jīva nor a samsāri

I am neither a gṛhastha nor a sanyasi

I am neither born nor will be dead

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless.


I am neither Lakshmi nor Adisakti 

I am neither employed nor retired 

I am neither the giver nor the receiver 

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless.


I am that consciousness that pervades everything 

I am that consciousness that manifests as everything 

I am that consciousness that witnesses everything 

I am that Brahman, nameless and formless. 


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  1. AnonymousOctober 26, 2023 at 11:43 AM

    A great revelation indeed. Each word is worth for contemplation inc
    luding the backdrop of the tree.

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