You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality

[borris83]

Here is my recent poem about non-duality or advaita, which has some pointers to contemplate for anyone who is seeking the truth:

You’re not your body and you’re not your mind;
Not knowing the timeless truth makes you blind;
You’re not your story and you’re not your thoughts;
You’re not those age old, buried mental knots.

You’re not that chattering voice in your head;
You’re not anything that you did or said;
You’re not anything that you have or know
You’re the truth that is watching all this show!

You’re not anything that can be perceived;
You’re not an object that can be observed;
You’re the screen where the world is being played;
You’re the emptiness where the form is made.

You’re the one witnessing the mind and breath;
You’re one without two, beyond birth and death;
Like the air trapped in a small round bubble,
You feel separate which brings all the trouble.

Inquire inside and wake up from this dream!
Let truth alone shine like a bright white beam!
By inquiry, your illusions will break;
You’ll stop mistaking the rope for a snake.

– Shanmugam

[steve Davidson]

Nice poem. Thanks for sharing it, there is indeed a lot of pointers in it. It sounds like you are speaking pure Nonduality here.

[Rubber Soul]

Thanks for sharing, borris83

[randomguy]

[painBody]

Very nice poem !

[DavidB]

What is Truth?

I suggest, Truth is a condensation of reality.

Also, if I may make a minor alteration to your poem,

You’re not the body and you’re not the mind;
Not knowing the timeless truth makes you blind;
You’re not a story and you’re not a thought;
You’re not those age old, buried mental knots.

You’re not that chattering voice in the head;
You’re not anything done or said;
You’re not anything owned nor known
You’re the truth that is watching all this show!

You’re not anything that can be perceived;
You’re not an object that can be observed;
You’re the screen where the world is being played;
You’re the emptiness where the form is made.

You’re the one witnessing the mind and breath;
You’re one without two, beyond birth and death;
Like the air trapped in a small round bubble,
You feel separate which brings all the trouble.

Inquire inside and wake up from this dream!
Let truth alone shine like a bright white beam!
By inquiry, illusion will break;
Stop mistaking the rope for a snake.

Peace.