Who
or what
is the Self,
of which sages
speak in metaphors,
pointing but not showing,
pointing out that we are that
but know not, since we’re deluded,
thinking that we’re but this feeble form,
which will perish, unlike our consciousness?
The truth cannot be known till we become
the light which we have set out to seek,
for which discarding erst beliefs,
freezing in time, all movement,
the outer world recedes
and in staid silence,
without mirrors
we behold
truth of
Self.
Etheree