To The Ever-flowing River

Both the banks of ever-flowing river of consciousness

Are both the ends of

All this of the existence,

Not aloof they remain ever in the voyage

One end of the matter

And of consciousness another!

We not ever may touch,

The same water again in the

Ever-flowing river as of the river of Being

It keeps on changing ever and ever

To the one end is the knower

And the known is another end

From the surface to the

Fathomless bottom

Only pervades is the river alone

The river of the Only knowledge, Truth

Envelops the known end the knower

At the boundryless field

Of the silence of no-mind

With a constant hammering of

The I into I

And both the ends disappear

Remains is the ever flowing river

Of the One, sole river of knowledge

At the end of the journey as a flame rises above,

By the nature of its intrinsic;

Shrinks the One end of the self

And merges to remain none

To the other end of the Self

(In the ever-flowing melodious showers of joy of The Maandukya Upanishad)

Rishikesh, 26,04,24

Dr Deepak Bijalwan

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