I sit in silence and wait to see
which thought arises, what can it be?
At best these thoughts are echoes next
that come from mind when it is vexed
But mind itself, unreal untrue
is bound by Maya – cannot see You
And so Her Dance keeps us all blind
we think we are this trick of mind
Yet beyond all that thinks and is
the perfect Silence still is His
We go now to Her place beyond
we choose release, unleash the bond
I always was, always will be
I am the Silent Watcher – see
Cool Breeze
now opens Vaults of Space
Light streams and falls,
by God’s great Grace
The self is gone, its finest line
dissolving Now ~ in the Divine.
