The supreme gives existence to the mind. The mind gives existence to the body.
The world is there because I am, but I am not the world.
I am neither the potentiality nor the actualisation, nor the actuality of things.
All is a play in consciousness. All divisions are illusory. You can know the false only. The true you must yourself be.
At the moment of realisation the person ceases. Identity remains, but identity is not a person, it is inherent in the reality itself.
As long as you cling to the idea that only what has name and shape exists, the Supreme will appear to you nonexisting.
Reality is one. It is. It cannot be denied. It is deep and dark, mystery beyond mystery. But it is, while all else merely happens.