A poem .

who are we,
where are we,
Are we real,
or is it a dream?

Are we the name attached to the body,
or the wavering mind,
or the subtle intelligence
or a subtler ego?

Is there someone who is beyond these,
who knows us ,
and is within us and beyond
and is the whole existence itself?

Is it there someone who is the subtlest,
who cannot be captured or seen,
who is beyond space and time,
and who has no cycles of life?

Well , the yogis and the saints say,
it is the atma ,who is all this,
the sublest of all the above,
and the known ,knower and the knowing himself.


regards,
anand
(written on the occasion of SriKrishna Jayanthi)