My Own Splendour
Mooji
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