When the Truth is beyond words...

When the Truth is beyond words, name and form, surely all this prattling can be of no use! And yet, it is the Power of that Truth in silence that enables all this prattling, manifests as it, and is hidden in it. As fire in wood. Or to remember the analogies from the BG: as fire is enveloped by smoke, a foetus by the amniotic fluid, as a mirror by dirt, so this Truth is enveloped by rajas.

In truth only I exist...

In truth only I exist. But if I delude myself to be the one with a name, then pain and misery follow.