Gaze

 

To meet your higher self

is to welcome the Christ.

To meet your higher self

is to hug the Buddha.

To meet your higher self

is to become the Guru.

This is liberation from God,

for the sake of God,

by the grace of God,

as when two mirrors face

one another, nothing between

but a gaze into the gazer,

igniting the formless radiance

of the sun in every cell

of your body, pouring

the milk of unborn stars

down your spine, setting

an amethyst of boundless sky

between your heartbeats.

Now shake off the illusion

of “higher” and “lower.”

The Gaze you long for

is not above, but deeper

inside your chest

than you are,

where wonder precedes thought,

and “I” falls away in the wild

effortless clarity of Am.

What is your true name, friend?

This breath, gently given,

softly received

in silence.

Photo by Barbara Vautier