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 molded me, no bodily sheath is my lair,
I have no speech, no hands and feet, nor means of evolution,
Consciousness and joy am I and Bliss in dissolution.

I cast aside hatred and passion, I conquered delusion and greed,
No touch of pride caresses me, so envy never did breed,
Beyond all faiths, past reach of wealth, past freedom, past 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 have no misgiving of death, no 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 knowledge, knowledgable, nor knower am I, 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 am found.

-----Unknown