What neither comes nor goes back
what’s beyond illusion
what makes you endless
that’s what, O dear, you are
Neither a projection of imagination
nor of the mind state
nor culmination of contemplation
but the oceanic light within, calm, serene
Ever aware, ever awake
eternally omnipresent
seer immanent-transcendent
the supreme creator-unifier, the energy incarnate.
(Yayati)
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