I look within and find everything.
I look without and find nothing.
I look within and without and notice no I.
It’s like what sees is seen and what is, certainly is.
It’s just like a perfect cycle from within to the source of in.
I see the child, I see the man, I see the god.
I see the I, amid the I-lessness.
I see the source amid a sourcelessness.
In one sense I have left the body.
In another sense there is nobody.
The whole cycle is complete.