On High Waves

Adi Guru Sri Shankaracharya

Song of the Soul

I am neither ego nor reason,
I am neither mind nor thought,
I cannot be heard nor cast into words,
Nor by smell nor sight ever caught.

In light and wind I am not found,
Nor yet in earth and sky,
Consciousness and joy incarnate,
Bliss of the Blissful am I.

I have no name, I have no life,
I breathe no vital air,
No elements have moulded me,
No bodily sheath my lair.

I have no speech, no hands and feet,
Nor means of evolution,
Consciousness and joy am I,
And Bliss in dissolution.

Beyond all faiths and reach of wealth,
Past freedom and desire,
Consciousness and joy am I,
And Bliss is my attire.

Virtue and vice, or pleasure and pain
Are not my heritage,
Nor sacred texts,Nor offerings,
Nor prayer, nor pilgrimage:

I am neither food, nor eating,
Nor yet the eater am I -
Consciousness and joy incarnate,
Bliss of the Blissful am I -

I've no misgiving,
chasms of race divide me,
No parent ever called me child,
No bond of birth ever tied me.

I am neither disciple nor master
I have no kin, no friend,
Consciousness and joy am I,
And merging in Bliss is my end.

Neither knowable, knowledge, nor knower,
Formless is my form,
I dwell within the senses,
But they are not my home.

Ever serenely balanced,
I am neither free nor bound,
Consciousness and joy am I,
And Bliss is where I'm found.