Can be written like a poem, I am not he - nor there, here. What am I? That was the Maharshi’s question. Who am I? That is for you to discover. Before thought arises, the universe IS. That is what I am. And it is - nothing. All there is remains. Salve, Old Man. Note - the Maharshi was Terrence Grey’s name for Ramana Maharshi, because the guru ( or was it Gouler?) is always within.
