Janak said As I alone give light to this body, so I do to the world, As a result the whole world is mine, or alternatively nothing is. So now that I have abandoned the body and everything else, by some good fortune or other my true self becomes apparent. Just as waves, foam and bubbles are not different from Water, so all this which has emanated from oneself, is no other than oneself. In the same way that when analysed cloth is found to be just thread, so when all this is analysed it is found to be no other than oneself. Just as a sugar produced from the juice of the sugarcane is permeated with the same taste, so all this, produced out of me, is completely permeated with myself.
From the ignorance of oneself, the world appears, and by knowledge of oneself it appears no longer. From ignorance of the rope a snake appears, and by knowledge of it it appears no longer. Shinning is my essential nature, and I am nothing over and beyond that. When the world shines forth, it is simply me that is shinning forth.
All this appears in me imagined due to ignorance, just as a snake appears in the rope, the mirage of water in the sunlight, and silver in mother of pearl. All this, which has originated out of me, is resolved back into me too, like a jug back into clay, a wave into water and a bracelet into gold.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, for whom there is no destruction, remaining even beyond the destruction of the world from Bhrama down to the last clump of grass.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, solitary even through with a body, neither going nor coming anywhere, I who abide forever, filling all that is.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, I who possess nothing at all, or alternatively possess everything that speech and mind refer to.
Knowledge, what is to be known, and the knower - these three do not exist in reality. I am spotless reality in which they appear because of ignorance.
Truly dualism is the root of suffering. There is no other remedy for it than the realisation that all this that we see in unreal, and that I am the one stainless reality , consisting of consciousness. I am pure awareness though through ignorance I have imagined myself to have additional attributes. By continually reflecting like this, my dwelling place is in the Unimagined.
For me here neither bondage nor liberation. The illusion has list its basis and ceased. Truly all this exists in me, though ultimately it does not even exist in me. I have recognized that all this and my body are nothing, while my true self is nothing but pure consciousness, so what is there for the imagination work on now ? The body, heaven and hell, bondage and liberation, and fear too, all this is pure imagination. What is there left to do for me whose very nature is consciousness? Truly I donot even see dualism in a crowd of people, so what would I gain by replacing it with a wilderness?
I am not the body, nor is the body mine. I am not living being. I am consciousness. It was my thirst for living that was my bondage. Truly it is in the limitless ocean of myself, that stimulated by the colourful waves of the worlds everything suddenly arises in the wind of consciousness. It is in the limitless ocean of myself, that the wind of thought subsides, and the trader-like living being's world boat is wrecked by lack of goods.
How wonderful it is that in the limitless ocean of myself the waves of living beings arise, collide, play and disappear, according to their natures.
From the ignorance of oneself, the world appears, and by knowledge of oneself it appears no longer. From ignorance of the rope a snake appears, and by knowledge of it it appears no longer. Shinning is my essential nature, and I am nothing over and beyond that. When the world shines forth, it is simply me that is shinning forth.
All this appears in me imagined due to ignorance, just as a snake appears in the rope, the mirage of water in the sunlight, and silver in mother of pearl. All this, which has originated out of me, is resolved back into me too, like a jug back into clay, a wave into water and a bracelet into gold.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, for whom there is no destruction, remaining even beyond the destruction of the world from Bhrama down to the last clump of grass.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, solitary even through with a body, neither going nor coming anywhere, I who abide forever, filling all that is.
How wonderful I am ! Glory to me, I who possess nothing at all, or alternatively possess everything that speech and mind refer to.
Knowledge, what is to be known, and the knower - these three do not exist in reality. I am spotless reality in which they appear because of ignorance.
Truly dualism is the root of suffering. There is no other remedy for it than the realisation that all this that we see in unreal, and that I am the one stainless reality , consisting of consciousness. I am pure awareness though through ignorance I have imagined myself to have additional attributes. By continually reflecting like this, my dwelling place is in the Unimagined.
For me here neither bondage nor liberation. The illusion has list its basis and ceased. Truly all this exists in me, though ultimately it does not even exist in me. I have recognized that all this and my body are nothing, while my true self is nothing but pure consciousness, so what is there for the imagination work on now ? The body, heaven and hell, bondage and liberation, and fear too, all this is pure imagination. What is there left to do for me whose very nature is consciousness? Truly I donot even see dualism in a crowd of people, so what would I gain by replacing it with a wilderness?
I am not the body, nor is the body mine. I am not living being. I am consciousness. It was my thirst for living that was my bondage. Truly it is in the limitless ocean of myself, that stimulated by the colourful waves of the worlds everything suddenly arises in the wind of consciousness. It is in the limitless ocean of myself, that the wind of thought subsides, and the trader-like living being's world boat is wrecked by lack of goods.
How wonderful it is that in the limitless ocean of myself the waves of living beings arise, collide, play and disappear, according to their natures.
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