It is the thinker who puts all kinds
Of constructions on the world,
Seeing good and evil,
Just as it is the thinker
Who doubts everything
With his human mind,
Not yet knowing
What he is: Self-Realization
Beyond the ego
Where there is no God
Outside of the Self,
Nor a personal identity within,
But That which drinks
The nectar of Immortality
Of All That Is,
Where nothing is separate
From it, for the Self
Alone exists, and there is
Nothing external, for if there were,
It would imply the existence
Of a seer within,
As beliefs disappear,
Free from any thought,
And the realization of no-self dawns,
Like a stone thrown into a river,
A moment’s disturbance
On the surface,
Leaving no trace of what was before,
For the stone and the river
Are no longer apart,
Just as they never,
Because the sleeping dream
Has awakened
From the corners of the false imagination,
Finding itself no longer
A reply to existence,
Not even existence itself,
For anything external to no Self
Implies the existence
Of a seer within;
The ego that would fear something
Outside itself, or that would want an object
Of desire which is not real.