Tis I, The Conscious Soul!

I'm not the face, the hands you see,

I blind your eyes to believe it's me,

I ain't the matter that's made up of sand,

Which is buried, when expired. In land.

The reality deep inside is hidden.

Down to the depths of the deepest ocean,

Shapeless just like the cold air breeze,

Delusional senses believe it's me.

For I am the pure, the obscure thing,

Concealed by the veil of the body,

Untamed & unrestricted innate being,

By this time you'd know I'm holy.

The mortal and immortal bonded in a bind,

I'm the latter, the one you can't find,

Transcending the outreach of your limited perception,

Still you can't see me. Never mind!

I'm the infinite just like the milky way,

The one who lights up the universe I'd say,

Blissful,happy,alone and divine,

Venerated daily in a temple shrine.

I'm the soul. The omniscient creature,

I know it all that I don't need a teacher,

I'm God in all my grandeur,

Lost in the ocean, endless I wander.