Maya is mind, the cause of all duality. It is this mind that names actions as good
and bad, and situations as pleasant and unpleasant, and then experiences the
emotions, pleasurable and painful.

I am the great waters, upon my face, the primordial pen of mahamaya writes incessantly the lives and destinies of all living beings. Every wave, each ripple, the subtlest movement, is my dancing. Yet I, the pure reality, remain ever untouched, unaffected, glorious and beyond all concepts, I, the unimaginable, the formless absolute, alone am.

Many times I have been in the jaws of death, starving, footsore, and weary; for days and days I had no food, and often could walk no further; I would sink down under a tree, and life would seem to be ebbing away. I could not speak, I could scarcely think, but at last the mind reverted to the idea: "I have no fear nor death; never was I born, never did I die; I never hunger or thirst. I am It! I am It! The whole of nature cannot crush me; it is my servant. Assert thy strength, thou Lord of lords and God of gods! Regain thy lost empire! Arise and walk and stop not!" And I would rise up, reinvigorated; and here I am today, living! Thus, whenever darkness comes, assert the reality and everything adverse must vanish. For after all, it is but a dream.Mountain-high though the difficulties appear, terrible and gloomy though all things seem, they are but Maya. Fear not, and it is banished. Crush it, and it vanishes. Stamp upon it, and it dies.