Rise of Soul!

When the world arises in me,

It is just an illusion:

Water shimmering in the sun,

A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,

A serpent in a strand of rope.

From me the world streams out

And in me it dissolves,

As a bracelet melts into gold,

A pot crumbles into clay,

A wave subsides into water.

First I gave up action,

Then idle words,

And lastly thought itself.

Now I am here.

Ridding my mind of distraction,

Single-pointed,

I shut out sounds and all the senses,

And I am here.