Becoming first intolerant of action,
then of excessive speech,
then of thought itself,
I come to be here.
Neither sounds nor other sense perceptions
attract my attention.
Even the Self is unperceived.
The mind is free, undistracted, one-pointed.
And here I am.
Effort is required
to concentrate a distracted mind
superimposed with illusion.
Knowing this, I remain here.
Nothing to reject, nothing to accept.
No joy, no sorrow.
Lord God I am here.
The four stages of life, life without stages,
meditation, renunciation, objects of mind —
nothing but distractions.
I am forever here.
Doing and not-doing
both arise from ignorance.
I know this.
And I am here.
Thinking of the unthinkable One
unavoidably conjures thought.
I choose no-thought
and remain here.
Blessed is he who attains this by effort.
Blessed is he who is such by nature.