Steady Wisdom: 108 Days of Changing My Thinking
I do not change. I have no form. I am free from all impurity. I am imperishable. I am not the body which is unreal.
The body is merely a form that appears in me, pure existence. It is like the form of a clay pot appearing in formless clay. Like clay is fundamentally unchanged and untainted by the form of the clay pot, I remain fundamentally unchanged and untainted by the form of the body. Being formless and changeless, how can I perish? Destruction, decline and death are only meaningful in relation to change and only applicable to that which has form. I transcend them all. Like the clay to the pot I am the real, the ground of being by whose merit form and change exist. OM.