day 3- poem 3

Not This

Have you seen that one man?

Who did not have any name

Came from nowhere; his form

But too blurred to frame.

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Water, earth, sky, wind, fire;

None of these it was ever

Nor any of the senses, objects;

Smell, taste, sight, touch or hear.

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It can not be the mind restless

It merely did witness thought's movement

What analysed and judged the world

Was not it, but it's intellect patient.

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Not for itself, but for ego mighty

Did it gather and posses a lot.

Friend, beloved, master, student,

Child, father: were just forms it begot.

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No options it has than itself,

Its form is but formless,

Here and everywhere,

Now and everytime, It Is.

("Inspired" by 'Atmashatakam' by Shankaracharya)