I do not even see dualism in a crowd
of people, so what do I gain if it is
replaced by a desert? 2.21
I am not the body, nor is the body
mine. I am not a living being. I am consciousness.
It was my thirst for living that was my bondage. 2.22
Truly it is in the infinite ocean of
myself, that, stimulated by the colourful waves
of the world, everything suddenly arises in the wind of consciousness. 2.23
In the infinite ocean of myself, the
wind of thought subsides, and the world boat of
the living-being traders is wrecked by lack of goods. 2.24
How wonderful it is that in the
infinite ocean of myself the waves of living beings
arise, collide, play, and disappear, in accordance with their nature. 2.25
[Translation by John Richards]