Who Am i?

Who Am i?

I am the one who has disappeared
What will you tell me now -
More - upon finding me
Who will you say I am?

Having found me, you too have disappeared
Who will say who I am?
Unknown by the unknown -
Where can I be refuted or described
As not existing by who?

Where and when is the world hidden
in myself when I have disappeared -
that world is not myself
but is the effect of me.

I the non-existent one
Transcend that world -
which comes into being within my non-existence;
I - the one full of space.

That trillion Cosmos -
Those infinite effects - flash
Reflections they are of effect
of the one who has disappeared.
Like countless flames!

Flames burn up the emptiness of non-existence
Yet they are effects of that which they burn -
Such is the infinite eternal non-existent.

I - the never born - seen by none
Known only of myself -
Enliven the rays of existence
Which flash forth as the effect of me.

Such knowing as that dissolves the very Cosmos.
Within that consciousness there is neither night nor day
Those days are effected - projected into existence
By the light of stars.

Stars, light, fire light, sun light -
The light of the presence of this or that
Very perception of light - lit up!
Only by the non-existent omnipotent one
who has disappeared.

All that - all this - the very Cosmos entire
Exists by reference to me;
That which moves - those waves -
Countless all - exist.

But the raindrops exist not -
If I - the one who has disappeared
had not consciousness;
neither the flames - nor the waves
nor color, nor light- but for I.

So then - all this then -
Time extends and the aeons pass
Because they are the effect of my non-exiistence
There is thus the Cosmos & countless being-incarnate.

Omnipresent in that or this lies non-existence.
Un-transcended on the shoulders of space rides time
That gargoyle of death!

I - the non-existent one
Fill that void with not I
And dreams arise
As does the Cosmos
Because of not I.

Dreams of Self - dreams of form
Dreams of being - dreams of men
But dream itself - what is that?
And what is the universe -
Which seems real.

Dream is nothing but time
It is change - it is impermanence;
Dream is the not real.
Just as the dream ends and changes
So does death come - along with decay
and change & time moves on!

Trying to express, trying to become,
I - the Non-existent One who has disappeared;
That Cosmos exists because of that- because of me.

So then they that would realize me
Release that Cosmos they too disappear -
They become Not - existing before existence -
Becoming after existence-
I - The One Who Has Disappeared!

That God, that distilled Nada
Swallows up all this!
That Time disappears there
Such that neither duration - nor length - nor breadth
Sans-dimension - I exist!

I the bird of truth - beyond existence
Rip out the guts of that Gargoyle Time -
Devouring Maya's Creation
Her being no more Is!

That mind though continues there -
In that dream creating dimension;
That which I once was -
Extended once by Will now retracted
Resides now unmanifest there.

Remaining nothing non-different
That potent Will unmanifest
I have become the effect of nothing
Unaffected Will, unknown by effect in dimension.

These, those, that, I stand as the support of dimension
But beyond that I appear not;
I of form unknown -
A single Om unending -
Or a hand - the sky
Or perhaps that flower.

A sacred Nada rising
The rays of that sun expanding
A metamorphosis of sound
Reflecting notes of Being clashing
Mutating the form of the formless
A single syllable, matrka there birthing
The root of the world.

The bodhi tree springs up!
Builder of hierarchy arising
That shining of nothing nurtured
Such is the birth of knowing;
A chip from the block - torn off!
My virgin-nothing disappears from view.

Uncomprehending no-One there;
I am full of eternal infinity
Known now - not then
Residing in absolute -
Neither is there Samadhi.

Who is there? - Not I!
I Samadhi - I! Don't know.
Samadhi-eternal resides in me.