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
You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality
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Re: You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality
Nice poem. Thanks for sharing it, there is indeed a lot of pointers in it. It sounds like you are speaking pure Nonduality here.
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Re: You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality
Thanks for sharing, borris83 

Re: You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality

Do the yellow-rose petals
tremble and fall
at the rapid's roar?
- Basho
tremble and fall
at the rapid's roar?
- Basho
Re: You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality
Very nice poem !
Re: You are the Truth - a poem about non-duality
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.
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.
“Wisdom is knowing I am nothing, Love is knowing I am everything, and between the two my life moves.” ― Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj