Avadhuta Gita Chapter 1 verse 59
“I was not born nor have I death. I have no action, good or evil. I am Brahman, stainless, without qualities. How can there be bondage or liberation for me?”
Self or God, both being the same
and manifestation a game,
where freedom is by God-sparks sought,
thought is the tempest to be tamed.
The sense of ego is the blot,
since the seeker who seeks is not
body-mind but in fact the all,
though for now in a mind web caught.
Kundalini births a bliss squall,
within which presence standing tall,
recognises itself as light,
beyond space-time where there’s no wall.
Breath by breath, by day and by night,
in life’s dream where fancy takes flight,
as both the dreamer and the dreamed,
here and now we garner clear sight.
Light of Self in silence redeemed,
nonchalant to illusions streamed,
boundaries blur, we disappear,
as the source wherefrom life is beamed.
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