I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute -

I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham). I am neither the Prna, nor the five vital airs;

I am neither the materials of the body, nor the five sheaths; Neither am I the organs of action, nor object of the senses; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute -

I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham). I have neither aversion nor attachment, neither greed nor delusion; Neither egotism nor envy, neither Dharma nor Moksha; I am neither desire nor objects of desire;

I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute -

I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham). I am neither sin nor virtue, neither pleasure nor pain; Nor temple nor worship, nor pilgrimage nor scriptures, Neither the act of enjoying, the enjoyable nor the enjoyer; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute - I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham). I have neither death nor fear of death, nor caste;

Nor was I ever born, nor had I parents, friends, and relations; I have neither Guru, nor disciple;

I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute -

I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham). I am untouched by the senses, I am neither Mukti nor knowable; I am without form, without limit, beyond space, beyond time; I am in everything; I am the basis of the universe; everywhere am I. I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute - I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).

THE SONG OF THE SANNYSIN.

(Composed at the Thousand Island Park, New York. in July, 1895.) Wake up the note! the song that had its birth

Far off, where worldly taint could never reach,

In mountain caves and glades of forest deep,

Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame

Could ever dare to break; where rolled the stream

Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both.

Sing high that note, Sannysin bold! Say -

"Om Tat Sat, Om!" Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down, Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore;

Love, hate - good, bad - and all the dual throng, Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free; For fetters, though of gold, are not less strong to bind; Then off with them, Sannysin bold! Say -

"Om Tat Sat, Om!" Let darkness go; the will-o'-the-wisp that leads With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom. This thirst for life, for ever quench; it drags From birth to death, and death to birth, the soul. He conquers all who conquers self. Know this And never yield, Sannysin bold! Say - "Om Tat Sat, Om!" "Who sows must reap," they say, "and cause must bring The sure effect; good, good; bad, bad; and none Escape the law. But whoso wears a form

Must wear the chain." Too true; but far beyond Both name and form is tman, ever free.

Know thou art That, Sannysin bold! Say -

"Om Tat Sat, Om!" They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams

As father, mother, children, wife, and friend.

The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child?

Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One?

The Self is all in all, none else exists; And thou art That, Sannysin bold! Say -

"Om Tat Sat, Om!" There is but One - The Free - The Knower - Self! Without a name, without a form or stain.

In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.

The witness, He appears as nature, soul.

Know thou art That, Sannysin bold! Say -

"Om Tat Sat, Om!" Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world Nor that can give. In books and temples vain Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament, Let go thy hold, Sannysin bold! Say - "Om Tat Sat, Om!" Say, "Peace to all: From me no danger be