I can not believe my eyes,
They themselves have not lit this room.
I can not believe my ears,
They themselves do not play this song.
I can not believe my taste buds,
They themselves have not cooked this meal.
I can not believe my nostrils,
They themselves have not produced this fragrance.
I can not believe my hands,
They themselves have not sown this cloth.
I can not believe my words,
They themselves do not speak them.
I can not believe my feelings,
They themselves do not feel them.
I can not believe my perceptions,
They themselves do not perceive them.
I can not believe my thoughts,
They themselves do not think them.
I really can't believe my mind.
For it seems to speak reality yet I only hear a lie.
The lie I think I hear is only coming from my mind, for when I look into myself these fleeting thoughts are left behind.
This one I know is truth is the very one that is alive. Ever present, never leaving, it’s the one that we call “I”.
When I think of myself, all I am left with is myself.
I am alive.
It is I who knows I am alive. When I know myself it is I who is aware that it is I who I know.
It is that, I can believe.
Like infinite flames of burning love, I burn the knowledge of myself within myself knowing only my own being. It is that, I can believe.
Like fire that burns, I light my own flame. My flame itself the source alone I can never be burnt or known at all.
I stand alone no-thing but me this knowing births a world perceived.
This alone the simple joy that I’m alive.
I can believe my mind. For it is my one and only dance
I can believe my thoughts,
for they sing only my song.
I can believe my perceptions,
for they perceive only my Self.
I can believe my feelings,
For it is I who they feel.
I can believe my words,
For it is I who they refer to.
I can believe my hands,
For it is I who they touch.
I can believe my nostrils,
For they smell only my aroma.
I can believe my taste buds,
For they taste only my love.
I can believe my ears,
For they hear only my silence.
I can believe my eyes,
For they see only my face.
Though closer to myself this is still not close enough.
When tasting love so close, this distance then dissolves.
In order to know something, There must be something to know. Although all there is to know is my knowing, and therefore, Knowing is my being, my being is all there is.
I can never be known.
There is nothing else to limit me.
Infinite has lost its meaning.
There is nothing else to disturb me.
Imperturbable has lost its meaning.
There is nothing else to separate me.
Unified has lost its meaning.
There is nothing else to know me.
Oneness has no meaning.
There is nothing else to love me,
and that is exactly what I am.
Love and nothing else,
nothing else but love.
All along it started, with a very basic thought.
That the ‘I’, I thought I was, would share the limits of this world.
As I stand corrected, there is no world but me.
And in that dissolution; I am infinitely free.
I will now let go of my only limit, these words I use forsake me.
Though without these words I would lose the only means to celebrate me.
In this recognition,
do not need eyes to see,
That loves simple recognition,
is that there’s nothing else but me.