In King Janaka’s song of realisation, there is no world to look at, no intense seeker, no yogi to unite a non-existent mind to the whole, no wise man because there is no wisdom, there is no one who is bound nor anyone to become free. I exist in my own form which is one without a second.
When there is no world, where is creation or where is dissolution, where is there something to achieve or the means to achieve it? Who is there to strive for the truth and where is any achievement for striving? I am abiding in my one non-dual form.
In my self which is so pure always, who is the knower, what is the means of knowledge, how is the knowing possible or is there any such thing called knowledge at all? What is little and what is not little?
Where is the question of a tossing and restless mind or a mind which is one-pointed? Where is lack of understanding or dullness, where is joy and where is sorrow in me the self which is always actionless?
In my essential self which does not express itself totally as anything, where is a transaction, where is any supreme seeking, where is joy or where is sorrow?
Where is the delusory perception of non-existence called Maya? Where is movement and change, where is love or where is dispassion? Whose is the separate entity who says he is a living being? In me who is pure where is that thing called Brahman—that alone is everywhere without a name.
Where is the force to act and express or where is the need to withdraw myself from action? Where is liberation or bondage? In the undivided anvil called the self that I am I abide always.
In me who is the essential auspiciousness of existence, where is the teaching or where are the texts that give knowledge, who is a disciple and who is a Guru? Is there something to be sought for me who does not have any limiting factors that bind me? What is there and what is not there? What is one and what is dual? What indeed is there to say? There is nothing much to be said.
The Ashtavakra Gita comes to an end with these words that there is only silence left at the end of it all. The Brahman cannot be even named or described, because there is no one to name it. It lies in a place where all words go eagerly but return unable to describe or unable to say anything. May that great Sage Ashtavakra who gave us this immense vision of the truth, bless us all with the right understanding of this beautiful song called the Ashtavakra Gita.