When Me and Mine Dissolve
Prabir Gyen
When me and mine dissolve,
What remains is Shiva.
When all is taken away,
And returns to its hidden source,
What remains is Shiva.
The source of everything and nothing,
The womb of silence and uncreated breath,
Shiva — the great and sacred nothingness,
The luminous beauty of being no-thing.
That truth the mind cannot enter,
That flame no thought can hold,
That state which reigns beyond
The long corridors of nothing,
Yet blossoms as everything.
Shiva, the principle
No principle can contain,
The stillness where all doctrines fall
Like tired birds into infinite sky.
That realm of no-mind,
Where mind arrives only to disappear,
Where knowing dissolves in its own reflection.
Who remains there to realise Truth?
Who stands apart to witness?
That which experiences Truth is Shiva.
That which dissolves the experiencer is Shiva.
Shiva — the field of pure experience,
Where experience fades
Into the unborn vastness
Of inexperienced being.
When me and mine dissolve,
What remains is Shiva.
When experience and experiencer dissolve,
Only Shiva remains.
@Prabir Gayen
17 Feb /2026/8: 57 AM.
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