Suddenly I was not. Seeing remained, Not any one who saw. Thoughts still appeared.. No one to think. And all this was not new, No change of state, for I not only was not But never had been ; only through some spell - Ignorance - suffering - sin - what name you will[1] Imagined that I was. Or just as well It could be said that suddenly I was, For Being, Self, whatever name you give, Just was, and I was That, no other self. It is a simple thing - no mystery. The wisdom of the Sages all comes down To simple being. Again this state was lost. Sisyphus-like, the heavy stone rolled down. Again was need to tear my love from others, Alone through the night, with much toil to strive To the lost homeland, to the Self I am. Though a world appear, yet will I not cling to i t ; Though thoughts arise, yet will I cherish them not. More deep the mischief of the imposter me That sees himself and them - or thinks he sees, He who complains he has not yet achieved. Who is it that achieves ? Or who aspires ? What is there to achieve, when being is And nothing else beside, no second self ?
[1] Ignorance in the Hindu interpretation, suffering in the Buddhist, original sin in the Christian.