The fault

The fault is always in me

As is the pride, jealousy and anger

Never was there anywhere else for these things to be

They took shelter in me always

I am the support of all that exists...

inside and out.

Past present future, I maintain all without a trace of preference or bias

The fault was always in me to be just as I am

The fault that is revealed by the mind, is just the mind in reflection

Don't you see? the fault was always just me?

Illusion is my dress

My pretend

My play

Don't you see? the fault was never

It was always just me?

Self of the Self of the...of the...of the...Echo

Consciousness meets truth and derives great bliss

When all there is is consciousness, the truth is just itself, 

as it is...

Endless games of hide and go seek...

Love is the true image of the game.

Rasa tattva hidden in this atma tattva for no one to see