- Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am,
I am in astounding lucid confusion.
I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
And I am not even a Muslim.
I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,
Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
My birthplace is placelessness,
My sign to have and give no sign.
You say you see my mouth, ears, yes, nose---they are not mine.
I am the life of life.
I am that cat, this stone, no one.
I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
I see and know all times and worlds,
As one, one, always one.
So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
Admit it and change everything!
This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.
- Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it our into the vast fields of Light And let it breathe.
- Grant a great dignity my friend
to the cup of your life
Love has designed it to hold His eternal wine
- O friend, understand.
The body is like the ocean, rich with hidden treasures.
Open your innermost chamber
And light its lamp.
Within the body are gardens,
Rare flowers, peacocks; the inner Music; Within the body a lake of bliss, On it, the white soul-swans take their joy.
- Ground yourself, strip
To blind, loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes