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Atma Nishta

 


Atma Nishta


I am whole; free of any limitations.

Moments of joy visit,

where limitations are forgotten,

something vast shines through.


I am not this body;

it stands before me as seen.

Am I in the body,

or is the body

floating in me?


The mind manufactures thoughts.

The mind stores memories.

I am not the mind,

a restless archive of passive thoughts.

Thoughts are lighted by me, the consciousness.


Ahankara, the intellect,

also comes and goes,

wearing roles

like shifting garments.

I am not the intellect;

I was, before its first question even arose.


In the waking state,

the show begins.

the world appears,

the characters narrate the script,


In dream,

another stage appears,

inner skies,

silent scripts.


In deep sleep,

the curtains fall.


Yet whether the show

plays or dissolves,

I remain,

the light

in which all appears.



I am in and through;

yet beyond,

I transcend all.


I am everything.

I am one without a second.


I am everywhere.

Space unfolds in me

Time moves on me.


unclinging and untouched,

I pervade everywhere


Silence is not

the absence of words.


It is my presence.



Wholeness cannot be built

by gathering fragments,

nor found

by removing them.


It was never lost.


I exist without boundary.


Even “is-ness”

rests in me.


I know what is known.

I know what is unknown.


I am knowingness itself.


I am the fountain of joy,

the source from which

all joy rises.


When projections settle,

when seeking softens,

when the mind

returns home, the Om,


I remain,

as I have always been:


Sat Chit Ananada
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