More from the Ashtavakra Gita [due to public demand]

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With the pincers of truth I have plucked

From the dark corners of my heart

The thorn of many judgments.

 

I sit in my own splendor.

 

Wealth or pleasure,

Duty or discrimination,

Duality or nonduality,

What are they to me?

 

What is yesterday,

Tomorrow,

Or today?

 

What is space,

Or eternity?

 

I sit in my own radiance.

 

What is the Self,

Or the not-Self?

 

What is thinking,

Or not thinking?

 

What is good or evil?

 

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?

 

What is far or near,

Outside or inside,

Gross or subtle?

 

I sit in my own splendor.

 

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.