Beholding the Self

How may the seer be seen, in a mirror without sheen ~ thoughts we birth being the veil, the brew we drink, though it’s stale? Thoughts operate in space-time, desire, the ladder we climb, which we need to vaporise, if Self we would realise. The thought of God is not God. Love dawns only when we nod, not thinking but becoming, flame of bliss in heart humming. Silence therefore holds the key, the way our Self we may see, as awareness self-aware, having nothing to declare. Ego death is what we seek, that plugging energy leak, heart porous, empty and thawed, we stand naked before God. Everything gone, Self remains, beyond space-time, free from chains and when we see, then we’ll know, light of our Self’s bright white glow.