Who am I?

[Guest guest]

With the pincers of truth I have plucked

from the dark corners of my heart

the thorn of many judgements.

 

I sit in my own splendor.

I sit in my own radiance

and I have no fear.

 

Waking, dreaming, sleeping,

what are they to me?

Or even ecstasy?

 

Dissolving the mind,

or the highest meditation,

the world and all its works.

 

Life or death,

what are they to me?

I sit in my own radiance.

 

Why talk of wisdom

the three ends of life,

or oneness?

 

Why talk of these?

Now I live in my heart.

 

--Ashtavakra Gita--