Who Am I? Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam

At the time that my mind,
Which is said to involve itself in the twin pursuits
Of friendship and enmity, pleasure and pain,
Becomes one with its source and is peaceful,
At that point who am I, what is ‘I’?

I have no sense of affection or of delusion,
I am neither tortured by the fire of cognitions
nor am I troubled by the senses.
And it is neither a dream state nor that of deep sleep
There is no sense of time and yet I am eternally conscious.
I see the world, constituted of the five elements,
But there is no feeling of experiencing or being awake to this falsehood.

Nothing at all is to be perceived
But my inner state is one of sated bliss
Within I am pool of surface clear
The mind is present but rendered motionless.

I am not scared or perplexed, I have no emotions to bind me
The care for past or future is absent.
My identity is as a river dissolved in the sea
My mind is a dissolved friend in dear embrace
The stream of thoughts cease to flow
by the bond-free from qualities.
A vista without desire and objects of desire
My faculty of awareness is ever present.
As the bliss of Aatma and the Brahma.

I am silence, abode of speech in para mode;
I am the essence of both secular and divine expressions.
I am not aware of the passage of time.
I am pure; I am a heart full of intuitions.

When does my mind obtain to a state of supreme peace?
It is that time right now.
A flame of knowledge or a mine of awareness
Calmness embodied or a stream of bliss,
Who am I?
My existence is what?
I am an eternal flow of tranquility.