|
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11)
In the ocean of being
There is only
one.
There was and
there will be
Only one.
You are
already fulfilled.
How can you
be bound or free?
Wherever you
go,
Be happy.
|
12)
Indeed how wonderful!
I adore
myself.
For I have
taken form
But I am
still one.
Neither
coming nor going,
Yet I am
still everywhere.
|
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13)
If you detach yourself from identification with the body and remain
relaxed in and as Consciousness, you will, this very moment,
be happy, at peace, free from bondage.
|
14)
I am fulfilled.
The elements
of nature,
The body and
the senses,
What are they
to me?
Or the mind?
What is
emptiness or despair?
|
|
15)
But O how wonderful!
I am the
unbounded deep
In whom all
living things
Naturally
arise,
Rush against
each other playfully,
And then
subside.
|
16)
"I am in all
things,
From Brahma
to a blade of grass."
When you know
this,
You have no
thought
For success
or failure
Or the mind's
inconstancy.
You are pure.
You are still
|
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17)
Knowledge or ignorance,
Freedom or
bondage,
What are
they?
What is "I,"
Or "mine,"
Or "this"?
Or the form
of the true Self?
|
18)
For have you not heard?
You are pure
awareness,
And your
beauty is infinite!
So why let
lust mislead you?
|
|
19)
But a man without desires is a lion.
When the senses
see him,
It is they who
take flight!
They run away
like elephants,
As quietly as
they can.
As if they cannot
escape,
They serve him
like slaves.
|
20)
[The Master] is blessed.
He
understands the nature of the Self.
His mind is
no longer thirsty.
He is the
same under all conditions,
Whatever he
sees or hears,
Or smells or
touches or tastes.
|
|
21)
Dissolving the mind,
Or the
highest meditation,
The world and
all its works,
Life or
death,
What are they
to me?
I sit in my
own radiance.
Why talk of
wisdom,
The three
ends of life,
Or oneness?
Why talk of
these!
Now I live in
my heart
|
22 )
Striving and craving,
For pleasure
or prosperity,
These are
your enemies,
Springing up
to destroy you
From the
presumptions of virtue.
Let them all
go.
Hold on to
nothing.
|
|
23)
The fool tries to control his mind.
How can he
ever succeed?
Mastery
always comes naturally
To the man
who is wise
And who loves
himself.
|
24)
The body is false,
And so are
its fears,
Heaven and
hell, freedom and bondage.
It is all
invention.
What can they
matter to me?
I am
awareness itself.
|
|
25)
Bound to his body,
The seeker
insists on striving
Or on sitting
still.
But I no
longer suppose
The body is
mine,
Or is not
mine.
And I am
happy.
|
26)
My
nature is light,
Nothing but
light.
When the
world arises
I alone am
shining.
|
|
27)
Amid
distractions,
He is
non-distracted.
In
meditation,
He does not
meditate.
Foolish,
He is not a
fool.
Knowing
everything,
He knows
nothing.
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28)
Now I
have given up
The body and
the world,
I have a
special gift.
I see the
infinite Self.
As a wave,
Seething and
foaming,
Is only
water.
So all
creation, Streaming out of the Self,
Is only the
Self.
|
|
29)
By nature my
mind is empty.
Even in
sleep, I am awake.
I think of
things without thinking.
All my
impressions of the world
Have
dissolved.
My desires
have melted away.
So what do I
care for money
Or the
thieving senses,
For friend or
knowledge or holy books?
|
30)
The body is
nothing.
The world is
nothing.
When you
understand this fully,
How can they
be invented?
For the Self
is pure awareness,
Nothing less.
|
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31)
Be
happy!
For you are
joy, unbounded joy.
You are
awareness itself.
Just as a
coil of rope
Is mistaken
for a snake,
So you are
mistaken for the world
|
32)
If you
desire liberation,
But you still say "mine,"
If you feel you are the
body,
You are not a wise man
or a seeker.
You are simply a man who
suffers.
|
|
33) Knowledge
or ignorance,
Freedom or bondage,
What are they?
What is "I,"
Or "mine,"
Or "this"?
Or the form of the true
Self?
I am always one.
What do I care for
freedom
In life or in death,
Or for my present karma?
|
34)
Free from desire,
He neither praises the peaceful
Nor blames the wicked.
The same in joy and sorrow,
He is always happy.
He sees there is nothing to do.
|
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35) Through
ignorance
I once
imagined I was bound.
But I am pure
awareness.
I live beyond
all distinctions,
In unbroken
meditation.
|
36) Liberation,
Bondage,
What are they to me?
What do I care for freedom?
For I have known God,
The infinite Self,
The witness of all things.
Without, a fool.
Within, free of thought.
I do as I please,
And only those like me
Understand my ways.
|
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37) Know you are one,
Pure awareness.
With the fire of this conviction
Burn down the forest of ignorance.
Free yourself from sorrow,
And be happy.
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38) God made all things.
There is only God.
When you know this,
Desire melts away.
Clinging to nothing,
You become still.
|
|
39) By nature my mind is empty.
Even in sleep, I am awake.
I think of things without thinking.
All my impressions of the world
Have dissolved.
My desires have melted away.
So what do I care for money
Or the thieving senses,
For friend or knowledge or holy books?
|
40) He has no desires.
He has cast off his chains.
He walks on air.
He is free,
Tumbling like a leaf in the wind,
From life to life.
He has gone beyond the world,
Beyond joy and sorrow.
His mind is always cool.
He lives as if he had no body.
|
|
41) He is pure of heart,
He knows the whole world is only the Self.
So who can stop him
From doing as he wishes?
|
42) In the ocean of being
There is only one.
There was and there will be
Only one.
You are already fulfilled.
How can you be bound or free?
Wherever you go,
Be happy.
Indeed how wonderful!
I adore myself.
For I have taken form
But I am still one.
Neither coming nor going,
Yet I am still everywhere. |
|
42) If you detach yourself from identification with the body
and remain relaxed in and as Consciousness, you will, this
very moment, be happy, at peace, free from bondage.
|
43) I am fulfilled.
The elements of nature,
The body and the senses,
What are they to me?
Or the mind?
What is emptiness or despair?
|
|
44) But O how wonderful!
I am the unbounded deep
In whom all living things
Naturally arise,
Rush against each other playfully,
And then subside.
|
45)
"I am in all things,
From Brahma to a blade of grass."
When you know this,
You have no thought
For success or failure
Or the mind's inconstancy.
You are pure.
You are still
|
|
46) Knowledge or ignorance,
Freedom or bondage,
What are they?
What is "I,"
Or "mine,"
Or "this"?
Or the form of the true Self?
|
47) For have you not heard?
You are pure awareness,
And your beauty is infinite!
So why let lust mislead you?
|
|
48) But a man without desires is a lion.
When the senses see him,
It is they who take flight!
They run away like elephants,
As quietly as they can.
As if they cannot escape,
They serve him like slaves.
|
49) [The Master] is blessed.
He understands the nature of the Self.
His mind is no longer thirsty.
He is the same under all conditions,
Whatever he sees or hears,
Or smells or touches or tastes.
|
|
50) Dissolving the mind,
Or the highest meditation,
The world and all its works,
Life or death,
What are they to me?
I sit in my own radiance.
Why talk of wisdom,
The three ends of life,
Or oneness?
Why talk of these!
Now I live in my heart
|
51)
Striving and craving,
For pleasure or prosperity,
These are your enemies,
Springing up to destroy you
From the presumptions of virtue.
Let them all go.
Hold on to nothing.
|
|
52) The fool tries to control his mind.
How can he ever succeed?
Mastery always comes naturally
To the man who is wise
And who loves himself.
|
53) The body is false,
And so are its fears,
Heaven and hell, freedom and bondage.
It is all invention.
What can they matter to me?
I am awareness itself.
|
|
54) Bound to his body,
The seeker insists on striving
Or on sitting still.
But I no longer suppose
The body is mine,
Or is not mine.
And I am happy.
|
55) My nature is light,
Nothing but light.
When the world arises
I alone am shining.
|
|
56) Amid distractions,
He is undistracted.
In meditation,
He does not meditate.
Foolish,
He is not a fool.
Knowing everything,
He knows nothing.
|
57) Now I have given up
The body and the world,
I have a special gift.
I see the infinite Self.
As a wave,
Seething and foaming,
Is only water.
So all creation, Streaming out of the Self,
Is only the Self.
|
|
58) By nature my mind is empty.
Even in sleep, I am awake.
I think of things without thinking.
All my impressions of the world
Have dissolved.
My desires have melted away.
So what do I care for money
Or the thieving senses,
For friend or knowledge or holy books?
|
59) The body is nothing.
The world is nothing.
When you understand this fully,
How can they be invented?
For the Self is pure awareness,
Nothing less.
|
|
60) Be happy!
For you are joy, unbounded joy.
You are awareness itself.
Just as a coil of rope
Is mistaken for a snake,
So you are mistaken for the world
|
61) For pleasures come and go.
How often I have watched their inconstancy!
But I have forsaken good and bad,
And now I am happy.
|
|
62) O Master,
Tell me how to find
Detachment, wisdom, and freedom!
Child,
If you wish to be free,
Shun the poison of the senses.
Seek the nectar of truth,
Of love and forgiveness,
Simplicity and happiness.
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63) You see the world
And you try to dissolve it.
But the master has no need to.
He is without desire.
For though he sees,
He sees nothing.
|
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65)
When you live without discrimination,
Desire
arises.
When
desire persists,
Feelings
of preference arise,
Of
liking and disliking.
They
are the root and branches of the world
|
65)
The awareness of the fool is always limited
By
thinking, or by trying not to think.
The
awareness of the man who lives within,
Though
he may be busy thinking,
Is
beyond even awareness itself.
|
|
66)
You are one and the same
In
joy and sorrow,
Hope
and despair,
Life
and death.
You
are already fulfilled.
Let
yourself dissolve.
|
67)
I adore myself.
How
wonderful I am!
I
can never die.
The
whole world may perish,
From
Brahma to a blade of grass,
But
I am still here.
|
|
68)
He
does not see the world.
So
what does he care for joy or sorrow,
Bondage
or liberation?
He
is infinite and shining.
Before
the awakening of understanding
The
illusion of the world prevails.
But
the master is free of passion.
He
has no "I,"
He
has no "mine,"
And
he shines!
|
69)
Indeed,
I
am neither bound nor free.
An
end to illusion!
It
is all groundless.
For
the whole of creation,
Though
it rests in me,
Is
without foundation.
|
|
70)
When the world arises in me,
It
is just an illusion:
Water
shimmering in the sun,
A
vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,
A
serpent in a strand of rope.
From
me the world streams out
And
in me it dissolves,
As
a bracelet melts into gold,
A
pot crumbles into clay,
A
wave subsides into water
|
71)
Whatever takes form is false.
Only
the formless endures.
When
you understand
The
truth of this teaching,
You
will not be born again.
For
God is infinite,
Within
the body and without,
Like
a mirror,
And
the image in a mirror.
As
the air is everywhere,
Flowing
around a pot
And
filling it,
So
God is everywhere,
Filling
all things
And
flowing through them forever.
|
|
72)
Indeed,
I
am neither bound nor free.
An
end to illusion!
It
is all groundless.
For
the whole of creation,
Though
it rests in me,
Is
without foundation.
|
73)
It is all the same to him.
Man
or woman,
Good
fortune or bad,
Happiness
or sorrow.
It
makes no difference.
He
is serene.
|
|
74)
For I have no bounds.
I
am Shiva.
Nothing
arises in me,
In
whom nothing is single,
Nothing
is double.
Nothing
is,
Nothing
is not.
What
more is there to say?
|
75)
Finding freedom in this life,
The
seeker takes nothing to heart,
Neither
duty nor desire.
He
has nothing to do
But
to live out his life.
The
master lives beyond the boundaries of desire.
Delusion
or the world,
Meditation
on the truth,
Liberation
itself--
What
are they to him?
|
|
76)
I am the ocean.
All
the worlds are like waves.
This
is the truth.
Nothing
to hold on to,
Nothing
to let go of,
Nothing
to dissolve.
|
77)
The senses are tigers.
When
a timid man catches sight of them,
He
runs for safety to the nearest cave,
To
practice control and meditation.
|
|
78)
I am boundless space.
The
world is a clay pot.
This
is the truth.
There
is nothing to accept,
Nothing
to reject,
Nothing
to dissolve.
|
79)
But O how wonderful!
I
am the unbounded deep
In
whom all living things
Naturally
arise,
Rush
against each other playfully,
And
then subside. |
|
80)
I am forever pure.
What
is illusion,
Or
the world?
What
is the little soul,
Or
God Himself?
One
without two,
I
am always the same.
I
sit in my heart.
|
81)
He is free of duality.
Wealth
or pleasure,
Duty
or discrimination
Mean
nothing to him.
What
does he cares?
What
is accomplished or neglected?
|
|
82)
Even if you have nothing,
It
is hard to find that contentment
Which
comes from renunciation.
I
accept nothing.
I
reject nothing.
And
I am happy.
|
83) Desire and aversion are of the mind.
The
mind is never yours.
You
are free of its turmoil.
You
are awareness itself,
Never
changing.
Wherever
you go,
Be
happy.
|
|
84) All sorrow comes from fear.
From
nothing else.
When
you know this,
You
become free of it,
And
desire melts away.
You
become happy
And
still.
|
85)
When the Self is unknown
The
world arises,
Not
when it is known.
But
you mistake
The
rope for the snake.
When
you see the rope,
The
snake vanishes.
|
|
86)
First I gave up action,
Then
idle words,
And
lastly thought itself.
Now
I am here.
Ridding
my mind of distraction,
Single-pointed,
I
shut out sounds and all the senses,
And
I am here.
|
87)
As
a wave,
Seething
and foaming,
Is
only water
So
all creation,
Streaming
out of the Self,
Is
only the Self.
Consider
a piece of cloth.
It
is only threads!
So
all creation,
When
you look closely,
Is only the Sel |
|
88)
But he who is truly wise
Always
sees the absolute Self.
Celebrated,
he is not delighted.
Spurned,
he is not angry.
Pure
of heart,
He
watches his own actions
As
if they were another's.
How
can praise or blame disturb him?
|
89) All things arise,
Suffer
change,
And
pass away.
This
is their nature.
When
you know this,
Nothing
perturbs you,
Nothing
hurts you.
You
become still.
It
is easy. |
|
90)
He longs to be free…
He
has no care for this world
Or
the next,
And
he knows what is passing
Or
forever.
And
yet how strange!
He
is still afraid of freedom.
|
91)
I
see only one.
Many
men,
One
wilderness.
Then
to what may I cling?
|
|
92)
If
you think you are free,
You
are free.
If
you think you are bound,
You
are bound.
For
the saying is true:
You
are what you think.
|
93)
"I do this, I do that."
The
big black snake of selfishness
Has
bitten you!
"I
do nothing."
This
is the nectar of faith,
So
drink and be happy!
|
|
94)
He is pure of heart,
He
knows the whole world is only the Self.
So
who can stop him
From
doing as he wishes?
|
95)
When the Self is known,
All
illusions vanish.
The
veil falls,
And
you see clearly.
Your
sorrows are dispelled.
For
the Self is free
And
lives forever.
Everything
else is imagination,
Nothing
more!
Because
he understands this,
The
master acts like a child.
|
|
96)
Whatever befalls him,
He
is always happy.
He
wanders where he will.
And
wherever he finds himself
When
the sun sets,
There
he lies down to rest.
He
does not care if the body lives or dies.
He
is so firmly set in his own being,
He
rises above the round of birth and death.
|
97)
You
are pure awareness.
The
world is an illusion,
Nothing
more.
When
you understand this fully,
Desire
falls away.
You
find peace.
For
indeed!
There
is nothing.
|
|
98)
With the pincers of truth I have plucked
From
the dark corners of my heart
The
thorn of many judgments.
I
sit in my own splendor.
Wealth
or pleasure,
Duty
or discrimination,
Duality
or nonduality,
What
are they to me?
|
99)
When the mind is attracted
To
anything it senses,
You
are bound.
Where
there is no I,
You
are free.
Where
there is I,
You
are bound.
Consider
this.
It
is easy.
Embrace
nothing,
Turn
nothing away.
|
|
100)
Yesterday,
I
lived bewildered,
In
illusion.
But
now I am awake,
Flawless
and serene,
Beyond
the world.
From
my light
The
body and the world arise.
So
all things are mine,
Or
nothing is.
|
101)
What ever he does is without purpose.
His
senses have been stilled. His eyes are empty.
He
is without desire or aversion.
For
him the waters of the world
Have
all dried up!
|
|
102)
You are one.
You are pure awareness.
The world is not real.
It is cold and lifeless.
Nor is ignorance real.
So
what can you wish to know?
|
103) The world no longer holds him.
He has gone beyond
The bounds of human nature.
Without compassion
Or the wish to harm,
Without pride or humility.
Nothing disturbs him.
Nothing surprises him.
Because he is free,
He neither craves nor disdains
The things of the world.
He takes them as they come.
His
mind is always detached.
|
|
104) The Self looks like the world.
But this is just an illusion.
The Self is everywhere.
One.
Still.
Free.
Perfect.
The witness of all things,
Awareness
Without
action, clinging or desire.
|
105) You are the endless sea
In whom all the worlds like waves
Naturally rise and fall.
You have nothing to win,
Nothing to lose.
Child,
You are pure awareness,
Nothing less.
You and the world are one.
So who are you to think
You can hold on to it,
Or let it go?
How
could you!
|
|
106) When you have seen God
You meditate on Him,
Saying to yourself, "I am He."
But when you are without thought
And you understand there is only one,
Without a second,
On
whom can you meditate?
|
107)
Thinking
Of what is beyond thinking
Is still thinking.
Whoever fulfills this
fulfills his own nature
And
is indeed fulfilled.
|
|
108)
Knowledge or ignorance,
Freedom or bondage,
What are they?
What is "I,"
Or "mine,"
Or "this"?
Or the form of the true Self?
I am always one.
What do I care for freedom
In life or in death,
Or
for my present karma?
|
109) You are the clear space of awareness,
Pure and still,
In whom there is no birth,
No activity,
No "I."
You are one and the same.
You cannot change or die.
You are in whatever you see.
You alone.
Just as bracelets and bangles
And dancing anklets
Are
all of the same gold.
|
|
110) The world with all its wonders
Is nothing.
When you know this,
Desire melts away.
For you are awareness itself.
When you know in your heart
That there is nothing,
You
are still.
|
111) Pure of heart,
He desires nothing,
Even in despair.
He is content
In the knowledge of the Self.
With whom may I compare him?
With clear and steady insight
He knows that whatever he sees
It is by its very nature nothing.
How
can he prefer one thing to another?
|
|
112) No "I,"
No "mine."
He knows there is nothing.
All his inner desires have melted away.
Whatever he does,
He does nothing.
His mind has stopped working!
It has simply melted away...
And with it,
Dreams and delusions and dullness.
And for what he has become,
There
is no name.
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113) He is not asleep.
He is not awake.
He never closes his eyes
Or opens them.
Wherever he is,
He is beyond everything.
He is free.
And the man who is free
Always lives in his heart.
His heart is always pure.
Whatever happens,
He
is free of all desires.
|
|
114) You are wise.
You play and work and meditate.
But still you mind desires
That which is beyond everything,
Where all desires vanish.
Striving is the root of sorrow.
But who understands this?
Only when you are blessed
With the understanding of this teaching
Will
you find freedom.
|
115) Right or wrong,
Joy and sorrow,
These are of the mind only.
They are not yours.
It is not really you
Who acts or enjoys.
You are everywhere,
Forever
free..
|
|
116) The fool practices concentration
And control of the mind.
But the master is like a man asleep.
He rests in himself
And
finds nothing more to do.
|
117) The master goes about his business
With perfect equanimity.
He is happy when he sits,
Happy when he talks and eats,
Happy asleep,
Happy coming and going.
Because he knows his own nature,
He does what he has to without feeling ruffled
Like ordinary people.
Smooth and shining
Like the surface of a vast lake.
His
sorrows are at an end.
|
|
117) The master goes about his business
With perfect equanimity.
He is happy when he sits,
Happy when he talks and eats,
Happy asleep,
Happy coming and going.
Because he knows his own nature,
He does what he has to without feeling ruffled
Like ordinary people.
Smooth and shining
Like the surface of a vast lake.
His
sorrows are at an end.
|
118) God made all things.
There is only God.
When you know this,
Desire melts away.
Clinging to nothing,
You
become still.
|
|
119) The wise man knows the Self,
And he plays the game of life.
But the fool lives in the world
Like
a beast of burden.
|
120) [The Master] is blessed.
He understands the nature of the Self.
His mind is no longer thirsty.
He is the same under all conditions,
Whatever he sees or hears,
Or
smells or touches or tastes.
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121) If the body lasted till the end of time,
Or vanished today,
What would you win or lose?
You
are pure awareness.
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122) I am the infinite ocean.
When thoughts spring up,
The wind freshens, and like waves
A thousand worlds arise.
But when the wind falls,
The trader sinks with his ship.
On the boundless ocean of my being
Her founders,
And
all the worlds with him.
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123) Enough of the pursuit of pleasure,
Enough of wealth and righteous deeds!
In the dark forest of the world
What peace of mind can they bring you?
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124)
"The body does this, not I."
"My nature is purity."
With these thoughts,
Whatever he does,
He does nothing.
But he pretends not to know.
He finds freedom in this life,
But he acts like an ordinary man.
Yet he is not a fool.
Happy and bright,
He
thrives in the world.
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125) Have faith, my Child, have faith.
Do not be bewildered.
For you are beyond all things,
The heart of all knowing.
You are the Self.
You are God.
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126) Your nature is pure awareness.
You are flowing in all things,
And all things are flowing in you.
But beware
The
narrowness of the mind!
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127) "I am not this."
"I am He."
Give up such distinctions.
Know that everything is the Self.
Rid yourself of all purpose.
And
be happy.
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128) "I am in all things,
From Brahma to a blade of grass."
When you know this,
You have no thought
For success or failure
Or the mind's inconstancy.
You are pure.
You
are still.
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129) Be happy!
For you are joy, unbounded joy.
You are awareness itself.
Just as a coil of rope
Is mistaken for a snake,
So
you are mistaken for the world.
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130) My Child,
Because you think you are the body,
For a long time you have been bound.
Know you are pure awareness.
With this knowledge as your sword
Cut through your chains
And be happy!
For you are already free,
Without action or flaw,
Luminous and bright.
You are bound
Only
by the habit of meditation.
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131) Of the four kinds of being,
From Brahma to a blade of grass,
Only the wise man is strong enough
To give up desire and aversion.
How rare he is!
Knowing he is the Self,
He acts accordingly
And is never fearful.
For he knows he is the Self,
One without two,
The
Lord of all creation.
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132) Never upset your mind
With yes and no.
Be quiet.
You are awareness itself.
Live in the happiness
Of your own nature,
Which
is happiness itself.
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134) Earth, fire and water,
The wind and the sky--
You are none of these.
If you wish to be free,
Know you are the Self,
The witness of all these,
The heart of awareness.
Set your body aside.
Sit in your own awareness.
You will at once be happy,
Forever still,
Forever
free.
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135) The master shines.
He never says "mine."
Gold, stone, earth—
They are all the same to him.
He is not bound by sloth,
Nor consumed by his own activity.
He
has severed the knots which bind his heart.
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136) I sit in my own radiance,
And I have no fear.
Walking,
Dreaming,
Sleeping,
What are they to me?
What is far or near,
Outside or inside,
Gross or subtle?
I
sit in my own splendor.
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137) Bound to his body,
The seeker insists on striving
Or on sitting still.
But I no longer suppose
The body is mine,
Or is not mine.
And
I am happy.
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138) The true master considers well.
With dispassion
He sees all things are the same.
He comes to understand
The nature of things,
The essence of awareness.
He
will not be born again.
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139) Seeing to this,
Neglecting that,
Setting one thing against another...
Who is free of such cares?
When will they ever end?
Consider.
Without passion,
With dispassion,
Let
go.
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140) Right or wrong,
Joy and sorrow,
These are of the mind only.
They are not yours.
It is not really you
Who acts or enjoys.
You are everywhere,
Forever
free.
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141) The body is confined
By its natural properties.
It comes,
It lingers awhile,
It goes.
But the Self neither comes nor goes.
So
why grieve for the body?
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142) I am fulfilled.
The elements of nature,
The body and the senses,
What are they to me?
Or the mind?
What
is emptiness or despair?
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143) I am the mother-of-pearl.
The world is a vein of silver,
An illusion!
This is the truth.
Nothing to grasp,
Nothing to spurn,
Nothing to dissolve.
I am in all beings.
All beings are in me.
This is the whole truth.
Nothing to embrace,
Nothing to relinquish,
Nothing
to dissolve.
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144) Meditate on the Self.
One without two,
Exalted awareness.
Give up the illusion
Of the separate self.
Give up the feeling,
Within or without,
That
you are this or that.
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145) Indeed how wonderful!
I adore myself.
For I have taken form
But I am still one.
Neither coming nor going,
Yet
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146) Feeble with age,
Still he is filled with desire,
When without doubt he knows
That lust is the enemy of awareness.
Indeed
how strange! |
147) Dissolving the mind,
Or the highest meditation,
The world and all its works,
Life or death,
What are they to me?
I sit in my own radiance.
Why talk of wisdom,
The three ends of life,
Or oneness?
Why talk of these!
Now
I live in my heart.
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149) He is still.
Without pleasure or pain,
Distraction or concentration,
Learning or ignorance.
His nature is free of conditions.
Win or lose,
It makes no difference to him.
Alone in the forest of out in the world,
A god in heaven or a simple beggar,
It
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150) For have you not heard?
You are pure awareness,
And your beauty is infinite!
So
why let lust mislead you?
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151) Be happy!
For you are joy, unbounded joy.
You are awareness itself.
Just as a coil of rope
Is mistaken for a snake,
So
you are mistaken for the world.
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152) In this world
Men try all kinds of paths.
But they overlook the Self,
The Beloved.
Awake and pure,
Flawless and full,
Beyond
the world.
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154) I am forever pure.
What do I care who knows,
What is known,
Or how it is known?
What do I care for knowledge?
What do I care what is,
Or what is not?
I am forever still.
What are joy or sorrow,
Distraction or concentration,
Understanding
or delusion?
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155) He has no desires.
He has cast off his chains.
He walks on air.
He is free,
Tumbling like a leaf in the wind,
From life to life.
He has gone beyond the world,
Beyond joy and sorrow.
His mind is always cool.
He
lives as if he had no body.
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156) But a man without desires is a lion.
When the senses see him,
It is they who take flight!
They run away like elephants,
As quietly as they can.
As if they cannot escape,
They
serve him like slaves.
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157) The fool tries to control his mind.
How can he ever succeed?
Mastery always comes naturally
To the man who is wise
And
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158) Amid distractions,
He is undistracted.
In meditation,
He does not meditate.
Foolish,
He is not a fool.
Knowing everything,
He
knows nothing.
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159) Dissolving the mind,
Or the highest meditation,
The world and all its works,
Life or death,
What are they to me?
I sit in my own radiance.
Why talk of wisdom,
The three ends of life,
Or oneness?
Why talk of these!
Now
I live in my heart.
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160)
Every good fortune,
Wives,
friends, houses, lands,
All
these gifts and riches.
They
are a dream,
A
juggling act,
A
traveling show!
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