The Inward Path: 11

Voice One (stirring with questions): "I am Brahman," "Thou art That"—these words echo from the Upanishads, but what do they mean?
Voice Two (rising from the depths of silent reflection): These utterances declare—you are that which you seek. The soundless stirring within you, that is Brahman.
(Voice One): Then is liberation simply holding these words?
(Voice Two): No. You must understand these words, then let them go. The one who truly knows speaks no longer—for the words dissolve within his being.
Voice One (slowly melting into comprehension): Then is everything we grasp, everything we perceive—is it all illusion?
Voice Two (with unwavering stillness): Yes. All is illusion, for all is flux. Only that consciousness—which has no form, no name, no language—only that is the sole truth.

Both together (in the tone of unity—in cadences that brush against silence, in the sound of solitude): Words are illusion, meaning is illusion, perception is illusion—all is finally maya. Only the one who sees, the one who knows—he alone is real. "I am Brahman," "Thou art That"—these are but bridges upon the path. When you reach the shore, the bridge itself vanishes. All is illusion—names, forms, the play of sensation. Truth is only this—that which has no language, no quality—and yet it is, eternal and fearless.

Voice One (in wonder, asking anew): "Being-Consciousness-Bliss"—I hear these three words again and again, but are they separate? Or are they one?
Voice Two (in tones both profound and intimate): They are one. 'Being' means—I am. 'Consciousness' means—I know that I am. 'Bliss' means—I am full in this very existence. These three together are the soul—these three are myself.
Voice One (slowly coming to understanding): I am—this I know… yet am I truly 'bliss'?
(Voice Two): As long as you search without—bliss remains beyond reach. When you yourself become the radiance of consciousness—then you will know, "to be" itself is bliss.
Voice One (gazing inward, as if recognizing something of itself): Then is my existence itself Brahman? In this very moment?
Voice Two (in a voice steady as the pole star): Yes. That you are—this is the only proof. This existence, this knowing, this luminosity—all of it is Brahman.

Both together (woven into wholeness—in cadences filled with meditation, in the voice of tranquil radiance): I am, I know that I am, I am full of bliss in this very knowing. Being-Consciousness-Bliss—this is my name, this is my form. I am—Being; I know—Consciousness; I delight in it—Bliss. Not three, but one; not separate, but whole. In this trinity shines the light of the soul, this radiance is my own true nature. I am Being-Consciousness-Bliss—therefore I am eternal.