Discard vicarious knowledge

What are the concepts onto which we hold, the crutches we need in order to walk, though mind stagnates from youth till we grow old and as false beliefs continue to stalk, a time comes when beholding light we balk? As formless awareness, one with vast space, there remains of wayward ego no trace, whence thus bereft of both desire and fear, poised in the vibrant void, we imbibe grace, and then we feel God’s love and light draw near.