A seeming arising Like sunshine Thought arises Like breath Mentation seemingly appears Like mist A seeming arising The stirring of separation I am an object A mind impression arising In so called time and space Thought impression And so-called feeling That echoes a personal self Echoes And echoes Until I-I The unmoved Self The revelation of silent stillness Seamless awareness Formless Seemingly appearing As all dreams Remaining unmoved Unstirred Resting as itself Beyond any coming and going Sat-Chit-Ananda Thus it is
A seeming arising Like sunshine Thought arises Like breath Mentation seemingly appears Like mist A seeming arising The stirring of separation I am an object A mind impression arising In so called time and space Thought impression And so-called feeling That echoes a personal self Echoes And echoes Until I-I The unmoved Self The revelation of silent stillness Seamless awareness Formless Seemingly appearing As all dreams Remaining unmoved Unstirred Resting as itself Beyond any coming and going Sat-Chit-Ananda Thus it is