Listen, dear soul, to the wisdom that dissolves all confusion. Through ignorance alone does this world appear manifold, yet in truth, you are one—there is no other who is bound or liberated apart from you. Be certain: the world is but an illusion, nothing more. When you recognize yourself as pure awareness, free of all desires, you become as if nothing—utterly at peace. Consider the vast ocean of existence: it is one and undivided, embracing past, present, and future alike. For you, there is no bondage or liberation, nothing that must be done or left undone—so move about joyfully. Do not trouble your mind with ceaseless thoughts and doubts, O embodiment of consciousness. Instead, rest calmly and happily in your own Self, which is the very form of bliss. Let go of all meditation and do not cling to anything in your heart. You are the Self, already free—what could you possibly achieve by further deliberation? Even if you were to explain or listen to countless scriptures, true ease will only be found when you forget everything. Whether you seek enjoyment, action, or meditation—do as you wish, wise one. Yet when your mind is freed from all desires, it will delight exceedingly. All suffer from effort, but few realize this truth; by this very teaching, the fortunate attain peace. The one who is disturbed even by the smallest activity is the foremost among the lazy; to him alone belongs true happiness. When the mind is free from the dualities of “this is done, this is not,” it becomes indifferent—not swayed by righteousness, wealth, pleasure, or even liberation. The detached person rejects sense objects; the passionate one craves them. But the one who is free from both grasping and rejecting is neither detached nor passionate. The notion of accepting and rejecting persists only as long as desire remains—the very sprout of worldly existence—until the state of pure inquiry is attained. Attachment arises in activity, aversion in inactivity; but the wise, free from such dualities, remain established like a child. The passionate seek to renounce the world to escape suffering, but the dispassionate, already free from sorrow, is not troubled even while living in it. One who clings to pride—even in liberation—or who is attached to the body as “mine,” is neither a true knower nor a yogi, but merely participates in suffering. Even if Shiva, Vishnu, or Brahma themselves were to teach you, you would not find true ease except by forgetting everything. The one who has tasted the fruits of knowledge and yoga, whose senses are ever pure and content, delights alone. The knower of truth never grieves in this world, for by him alone is the entire universe fulfilled. No sense object can please the one who delights in himself, just as bitter neem leaves do not please an elephant fond of sallaki shoots. Rare indeed is the one who, enjoying pleasures, is unaffected, and when not enjoying, has no longing. In this world, some desire enjoyment, others liberation; but rare is the great soul who is free from longing for either. For such a noble mind, there is no notion of accepting or rejecting—be it righteousness, wealth, pleasure, liberation, life, or death. He has no desire at the dissolution of the universe, nor aversion when it exists. However he lives, he remains blessed and content as he is. Fulfilled by this knowledge, with all thoughts dissolved, the accomplished one abides content—seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, eating. His vision is empty, his actions futile, his senses impaired; there is neither longing nor detachment in one whose ocean of worldly existence has dried up. He neither wakes nor sleeps, neither opens nor closes his eyes; ah, what a wondrous state—somewhere abides the one whose mind is truly liberated. Everywhere, such a one is seen as self-possessed, his intentions pure; freed from all desires, liberated, he shines wherever he goes. Seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, eating, taking, speaking, walking—freed from both action and inaction, this great-souled one is truly liberated. He neither criticizes nor praises, neither rejoices nor grows angry; he neither gives nor takes—liberated, he remains indifferent everywhere. Whether he sees a woman with affection or death approaching, his mind remains undisturbed and self-possessed—such is the liberated great-souled one. In pleasure and pain, in man or woman, in fortune or misfortune, the wise one sees equally and makes no distinction. There is no violence, no compassion, no arrogance, nor dejection; no wonder, nor agitation—such is the person whose wandering has come to an end. The liberated one is neither an enemy of sense objects nor attached to them; with a mind always unattached, he enjoys both what comes and what does not. Thoughts of concentration, non-concentration, good and bad—his mind is empty, knowing nothing, established as if in absolute aloneness. Without possessiveness, without ego, firmly convinced that nothing is his, with all hopes dissolved within, even while acting, he does nothing. Free from the illumination and confusion of mind, free from the dullness of dream, whatever state he attains, he is one whose mind has melted away. Until awakening arises, delusion is like a dream; to that one whose nature is pure bliss, peaceful and radiant, I bow. One may acquire all wealth and enjoy abundant pleasures, but without complete renunciation, true happiness cannot be found. For one whose inner self is scorched by the sun of duty’s suffering, how can there be happiness without the nectar-stream of peace? This existence is merely imagination, nothing in reality; for those who discern the difference between being and non-being, their own true nature is never absent.