‘That I am’ – The Ontological Reality of the Great Ocean of Being

”Mayyanantamaham bodhau viswavicih swabhatah

Udetu vastamayatu na me vrddhir na ca ksati” – Astavakra Gita

REALITY IN ITS ULTIMATE ASPECT IS CIT OR PARA-SAMVIT NOT EXACTLY CONSCIOUSNESS AS WE UNDERSTAND HAVING SUBJECT-OBJECT DUALTY

In me the infinite ocean of consciousness, universes arise like waves

Let them arise, let them subside I neither have any gain or loss from it…

CIT OR PARASAMVIT IS UNTRANSLATABLE

CIT IS NOT EXACTLY CONSCIOUSNESS (IT DOESN’T CONNOTE SUBJECT-OBJECT/KNOWER-KNOWN REALITY

Sri Ramakrishna in ecstasy

CIT IS THEREFORE NON-RELATIONAL

IT IS THE CHANGELESS PRINCIPLE OF ALL CHANGING EXPERIENCE

IT IS PARASAMVIT (I-THIS NOT DISTINGUISHED!)

IT IS THE UNDIVIDED UNITY OF I AND THIS

‘praksavimarshamaya’ SAYS PRATYABHIJNA SASHTRA

PRAKASHA – IS SHINING FORTH OR ILLUMINATION – AS LIGHT THE REVEALER

VIMARSHA – IS ROUGHLY THE SURVEYING OF ITSELF

SURVEYING OF ITSELF BY ULTIMATE REALITY IS VIMARSHA

Ravangla Monastery

In the book of creation, my alphabets have become the flesh and bones, the stars and the golden fleece -RE-COGNITION

Sabde prashabito pratibimbwa suryer antarnihito aloksajja

Pratifalon ghate moner mandire bikashito kare kalergarbha griha

Sundorer rup bahartya naad bahinisikha

Khirer samudre uttal tanranga mala aachrepare anabrito kono chinhahin prantare

Pratiti akharer spanda sei kalrupi mahakaler matrichaanda

Tumi ki dekhecho astamito raktim naksha

Ja aswrito kare swetosringer lunthito aamarabati ke?

Tumi ki shonechu kalergarbhahate prashabito parlay naad

Jaa sankya dware ghurnabrityo kaivalyer aanatarup madhuri

Inside or outside

In or in-between

Beyond all voids that void all concepts

But here and now, running between you and me

Running between words and the unstruck Sound

At the crest of the wave or

Beneath the ocean

Where Existence permeates only existences

In that equipoise where no name or form can enter to express

Yet in the seagulls wings or in the flickering flame

In the rocky feldspar and the galactic crystals

In the songs and dances and nerves and splitters

That I AM when the theatre is laid bare and empty

And madness engulfed the scripts of time

Sitting alone in the asylum of non-conceptuality

Where sanity and insanity have fused in the Self-abidance of bliss

Unto me I look straight into the Light of Lights

Anadir caitanyer paramarthik jnaner khetre aami ek nirgun jyotiraloy

Parichayy habe nabadigonte

-J