I am the boundless ocean. 

This way and that,
The wind, blowing where it will,
Drives the ship of the world.

But I am not shaken.

I am the unbounded deep
In whom the waves of all the worlds
Naturally rise and fall.

But I do not rise or fall.

I am the infinite deep
In whom all the worlds
Appear to rise.

Beyond all form,
Forever still.

Even so am I.

I am not in the world.
The world is not in me.

I am pure.
I am unbounded.

The Ashtavakra Gita (via lazyyogi)

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