In satsang, a melting is taking place.
Something has taken hold of you,
dissolving all delusions from the inside.
At a certain point, you fi nd you are empty of identity.
Now you don’t exist as that old picture.
Only the formless Self exists—powerfully!
The person is imaginary.
Only the Self is, and you are That.
A joyful discovery!
Be willing to be empty, to be nothing.
If you insist on being something
out of fear of being nothing,
you will not be free
—not in this life,
nor in any life.