When identification with the relative
and the form have been seen through,
one knows oneself as the ground of all being,
the boundless space in which all
appears and disappears.
There are countless words pointing to this,
to what you are:
One can spin words endlessly
trying to describe the indescribable,
and never be able to catch it,
make it into an object,
you are That,
I am That,
we are all That,
One appearing as many.
Ah well what to say
better give it a rest....
no words will do the trick.