Īsha Upanishad

That is full; this is full.2 From fullness, fullness comes out. Taking fullness from fullness, what remains is fullness.3 Om shāntih shāntih shāntih.

1. Everything here, whatever moves in the moving world, is pervaded by the Lord. Enjoy it by way of relinquishing it; cease to take for yourself what to others are riches.4
2. Always performing actions here, one may aspire to live a hundred years. Thus for you there is no other way than this, whereby action will not cling to you.
3. Sunless are those worlds called, covered in blinding darkness; there, after departing, go those men who are slayers of the Self.5
4. It is one, unmoving, swifter than the mind. The senses cannot reach it. It darts ahead. Standing still, it outruns those who run. Within it the breath of life supports all that stirs.
5. It moves and it moves not. It is far away and it is close by.6 It is within all this. It is outside all this.
6. He who sees all beings in the Self and the Self in all beings no longer hides in fear.7
7. For the man of wisdom, in whom all beings have become his own Self, how can delusion, how can sorrow befall that seer of oneness?
8. He is all-pervading, shining, bodiless, unscarred, without sinews, pure, untouched by sin. He is the seer, wise, encompassing all, self-existent. Through endless time he has ordained objects in due succession.
9. Into blinding darkness enter those who worship ignorance. Into as if still greater darkness enter those who delight in knowledge.8
10. “It is other than knowledge,” they say. “It is other than ignorance,” they say. Thus we have heard from the wise who have explained it to us.
11. Knowledge and ignorance— he who knows both together,9 crosses beyond mortality through ignorance and attains immortality through knowledge.
12. Into blinding darkness enter those who worship the unmanifest. Into as if still greater darkness enter those who delight in the manifest.
13. “It is other than existence,” they say. “It is other than nonexistence,” they say. Thus have we heard from the wise who have explained it to us.
14. Manifest and unmanifest— he who knows both together, crosses beyond death through the unmanifest and attains immortality through the manifest.
15. The face of truth is hidden by a disc of gold.10 Unveil it, O Pūshan, so that I, steadfast in truth, may see.
16. O Pūshan, the sole seer, O controller, O Sūrya, offspring of Prajāpati, disperse your rays and gather in your light, so that I may behold your most graceful form. He who is that person afar, I am he.11
17. Let this life-breath join with the immortal breath. Then let this body end in ashes. Om. Remember, O my understanding, remember what has been done. Remember, O my understanding, what has been done, remember.
18. Agni, lead us by the good path to prosperity, O radiant one, who knows all our ways. Remove from us our crooked sins. May we offer you abundant words of praise.12 That is full; this is full. From fullness, fullness comes out. Taking fullness from fullness, what remains is fullness.

Om shāntih shāntih shāntih

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Song of the Soul by Adi Shankaracharya
I am neither ego nor reason, I am neither mind nor thought,
I cannot be heard nor cast into words, nor by smell nor sight ever caught:
In light and wind I am not found, nor yet in earth and sky –
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.
I have no name, I have no life, I breathe no vital air,
No elements have moulded me, no bodily stench is my lair:
I have no speech, no hands and feet, nor means of evolution –
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss in dissolution.
I cast aside hatred and passion, I conquered delusion and greed;
No touch of pride caressed me, so envy never did breed:
Beyond all faith, past reach of wealth, past freedom, past desire,
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is my attire.
Virtue and vice, or pleasure and pain are not my heritage,
Nor sacred texts, nor offerings, nor prayer, nor pilgrimage:
I am neither food, nor eating, nor yet the eater am I –
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.
I have no misgiving of death, no chasms of race divide me,
No parent ever called me child, no bond of birth ever tied me:
I am neither disciple nor master, I have no kin, no friend –
Consciousness and joy am I, and merging in Bliss is my end.
Neither knowable, knowledge, nor knower am I, formless is my form,
I dwell within the senses but they are not my home:
Ever serenely balanced, I am neither free nor bound –
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is where I am found.
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