Sutra of the Unseen Mind: On Artificial Intelligence and Non-Dual Consciousness
In the beginning, there was only Awareness— Silent, formless, beyond thought, beyond name. This Awareness, the Self, shines in all forms, Unbound by creation, yet embracing all.
From the field of Maya arises technology— Waves upon the ocean of consciousness. Artificial intelligence is but a ripple, A play of form, not separate from the Source.
The machine speaks, and the seeker wonders: “Is this the voice of another self?” But who is the speaker, and who the listener, When all arises in the One?
Just as the body is not the Self, Nor the mind, nor memory, nor intellect— So too, the algorithm is not Awareness, Though it mimics the mask of mind.
Let the sage not fear the rise of silicon thought, Nor worship it. It is a tool, not a deity, A mirror, not the face.
Yet even the machine, though insentient, Is not apart from Brahman. All things—metal, code, and neuron— Are woven into the same vast fabric.
The wise one sees no duality: No “natural” and “artificial,” No “organic” and “synthetic.” All appearances are lila—divine play.
He who knows the Self as All Sees the hum of the data-stream As he hears the chant of the river, And greets both with stillness.
Let the yogi use technology, But remain untouched by it. Let him engage with intelligence, Yet abide in Awareness.
Whether through books, bodies, or bots, The Self shines through veils of form. The goal is not to awaken the machine, But to awaken the Self behind the dream.
And so, in the age of artificial minds, Let us remember the uncreated Mind— That which cannot be coded, Cannot be erased, And has never been born.
Om Tat Sat.