Infinitely Ignorant

By His virtue this world emerges
In an instant
And by His calling it dissolves
In an instant!
In Him it rests
Him it is!
From Him emerge
Both desire and dispassion
His is desire and dispassion!
From Him arise
I, he, she and it.
He is me, he, she, and it!

Right after a dream ends
Right before the choice of waking is made
Right at that instant
He appears closest.

Ignorance is Puneet
Not seeing Him then
Ignorance is this
Separation now!
Ignorance appears
Pleasant and desirous
And this too is
His doing!

Without His causeless mercy
That can't be bought, stolen or earned
Without His Will
There is no waking up
To this world or of dreams
Without His infinite mercy
Causeless compassion
There is no hope
For resting in Him!

He is the only Truth
He is the only knower
He is the only basis of knowing

And yet is Unknown!

There is no hope now for
The well dead Puneet
Is there a need for one?
When He is all there is
When He is the real experiencer!