One day while meditating Adyashanti heard a bird chirping and the question arose “Who hears this sound?” He then wrote this poem:
Today I awoke, finally I see the Self has re-turned to the Self.
The Self is none other than the Self.
I am deathless. I am endless. I am free.
The birds outside sing …
The birds outside sing and there am I.
The seeing of leaves on the trees, that seeing am I.
The body breathes, breathing am I.
I am awake and I know that I am awake.
Seen from the old eyes, everything is asleep, a game, a delusion.
But now I am awake. I am the play. I am the game. I am the delusion.
I am the enlightenment I sought, looking everywhere.
Nothing is separate, nothing is alone.
I am all that I see. All that I smell, taste, touch, feel, think and know.
I am awake and this awakeness is the same as Shyakyamuni Buddha’s.
Today the leaf has returned to the root.
I am all name and form and beyond all name and form.
I am Spirit, no longer trapped in a body.
I am free. I am free because I am awake.
So ordinary. Who would have thought ? Who could have guessed?
I am home. I am really home. Ten thousand life times.
Ten thousand life times but today I am home.
Ten thousand life times but today I am home.
This is not an experience. This is me.
I am awake. Finally, I am awake.
Nothing has changed, but I am awake.
Before I tasted the root many times and felt, how delicious.
Today I became the root. How ordinary.
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It just takes your breath away, doesn’t it? I so appreciate you turning me on to Adyashanti, Kirtanman. Thank you.
Indeed.
Just saw this response, Meg – you’re so welcome.
I just now read this. Thanks for posting this, Kirtanman. It is really so lovely. I could cry from reading that.
Hi Kirtanman,
thanks for posting that. It is really beautiful. It reminds me of what Ram Das used to say: “As long as we think we are anything at all, we have missed the point”. Beautiful.
Christi