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