The ‘I’ leaves. Exits, so surely, so deftly,
no trace remains.
Only the One Divine Mother of Grace is sitting here.
Then ‘here’ dissolves. Deftly, sweetly,
with only the trace of an escaping breath.
And that too dissolves.
Her eyes gaze at and through these eyes.
A mirror seeing itself.
Even the prayer of the devotee grows silent and never was.
All things once cherished – gone.
Truth reveals. Breath escapes.
In stillness stars arise, dissolve.
Dissolving all that is precious.
Illusion’s mask removed. Doorway of Bliss.