Into the maeslstrom once more I did fall,
Once again asking the point of it all,
Down, down I went, and around and around
Until I-am no longer was there to be found.
Sucked into no place with no solid ground,
Where there wasn't a thought, nor a sight, nor a sound,
Then the witness who noticed the absence of these
Also faded away, just like smoke on a breeze.
"What remains is the Original, which is unconditioned, without attributes, and without identity: that on which this temporary state of the consciousness has come and gone. It is called Parabrahman, the Absolute." Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
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