Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10

 

“When the world arises in me, it is just an illusion: Water shimmering in the sun, a vein of silver in mother-of-pearl, a serpent in a strand of rope. From me the world streams out and in me it dissolves, as a bracelet melts into gold, a pot crumbles into clay, a wave subsides into water.”