19. My Own Splendor

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,
Oe 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 radience,
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.