December 5, 2025
idamahaṁ mamaiva sarvaṁ
tvahamapi nā ‘hamathetaracca nā ‘ham
iti viditavato jagatkṛtaṁ me
sthiramathavā ‘stu gatajvaro bhavāmi (112)
VASIṢṬHA continued:
Even as ornaments made of gold are only gold, I am the pure consciousness in the body. I am the self that pervades all things within and without. I am that consciousness which reflects all experiences without itself undergoing any change and which is untouched by impurity.
I salute that consciousness which is the bestower of the fruits of all thoughts, the light that shines in all luminaries, the supreme gain; which pervades all the limbs and which is ever awake and alert; which vibrates in all substances constantly and which is ever homogeneous and undisturbed as if it were in deep sleep though wide awake; which is the reality that bestows the individual characteristic on each and every substance in the universe; which, though within all and so nearest to all, is far on account of its inaccessibility to the mind and the senses; which is continuous and homogeneous in waking, dreaming, deep sleep and in the fourth (transcendental) state of consciousness; which shines when all thoughts have ceased, when all excitements have ceased and when all hate has ceased; which is devoid of desire and ego-sense and which cannot be divided into parts.
I have attained that consciousness which is the indweller of all; which, though it is all, is yet beyond the diversity; which is the cosmic net in which the infinite number of beings are caught like birds; in which all these worlds manifest but in which, in fact, nothing has ever happened; which is therefore of the nature of being and non-being; which is the resting place of all that is good and divine; which plays the roles of all beings; which is the source of all affection and of peace and which is forever united and liberated; which is the life of all living beings; which is uncreated nectar which cannot be stolen by anyone and which is the ever-existent reality; which is reflected in sense-experiences but which is devoid of them (which the senses cannot experience); in which all beings rejoice but which itself is pure bliss beyond all joy; which is like the space but which is beyond space; which is glorious but which is devoid of all expansions and glory; which though seemingly doing all does nothing.
All this is ”I” and all this is mine. But I am not and I am not ”other than I”. I have realised this. Let this world be an illusion or substantial. I am free from the fever of distress.
(The verses in the text that constitute the second paragraph above are inspiring.)