The Devi Gita,
Song of the Goddess.
Translation by C.
Mackenzie Brown.
Chapter 6 The Goal of the Yogas,
Knowledge of Brahman The Goddess spoke.
Cultivating the yogas,
One should meditate on me as the true form of Brahman.
With sincere devotion,
Assuming the proper posture,
O King.
It is manifest,
Well-fixed,
Pervading the hearts of beings.
Indeed,
It is the great foundation.
Thereupon all that moves,
Breathes,
And blinks is established.
Know that as existent and nonexistent,
As the most desirable,
As supreme,
As beyond the understanding of humankind.
What is luminous,
What is smaller than small,
In which the worlds and their inhabitants are rooted.
That is this imperishable Brahman.
It is the life principle,
Speech,
And mind.
This is the real,
The immortal.
Know that this is what you are to pierce.
Taking the great weapon of the Upanishads as the bow,
Knocked with the arrow honed by meditation,
Drawing it with a mind absorbed in contemplating that Brahman.
Know that imperishable reality is the target.
The syllable OM is the bow,
While the self is the arrow.
Brahman is named as the target.
It will be pierced by one who concentrates.
One will merge into it,
Just like the arrow.
In it are woven the sky,
Earth,
And atmosphere,
As well as the mind along with all the breaths.
Know it alone as the one self.
Let go of other notions,
As this is the bridge to immortality.
Where the subtle channels of the body come together,
Like the spokes in the nave of a wheel,
There this self circulates within,
Manifesting in diverse modes.
Meditate on OM as the self.
May you fare well in crossing to the far shore beyond darkness.
Within the space of the bright city of Brahman,
The self is established.
Infused by the mind,
Directing the breaths and body,
It abides in material form,
Taking charge of the heart.
By their understanding,
The wise recognize this blissful immortal which shines brightly.
The knot of the heart is untied,
All doubts are removed,
And the binding effects of one's deeds pass away when that self is seen,
Both the higher and the lower.
In the highest golden sheath resides the unstained,
Indivisible Brahman.
It is radiant,
The light of lights.
That is what the self-knowers know.
The sun shines not there,
Nor moon,
Nor stars,
Nor does lightning shine,
And much less fire.
All things shine only after it shines.
By its light,
All this world becomes visible.
Just this Brahman is immortal.
In front is Brahman,
Behind is Brahman,
On the right and the left.
It extends above and below.
The whole universe is just this Brahman,
The greatest.
Whoever realizes Brahman as such is the highest of humans,
Wholly fulfilled.
Merged in Brahman and serene,
That one neither grieves nor desires.
Fear surely arises from another,
O King.
In the absence of another,
One does not fear.
I am not separate from anyone,
Nor is anyone separate from me.
I indeed am that person,
And that person truly is I.
Regard this as certain,
O Mountain.
One sees me wherever one finds a person who knows me.
I do not abide in any sacred site,
Not even in Kailasa,
Nor in Vaikuntha.
Yet I dwell in the midst of the lotus heart of one who knows me.
Worshipping just once a person who knows me gives the same fruit as worshipping me millions of times.
One's family is purified,
One's mother is completely fulfilled,
And the whole earth is blessed when one's heart dissolves into pure consciousness.
The knowledge of Brahman that you inquired about,
Best of mountains,
I have described fully.
There is nothing more to say.
