Beyond all dualities,
no outside,
no inside.
No Subject,
no object.
Words fail.
When we become one
with the Self,
where did the Self go?
There is no duality anymore.
(Hinduism and Buddhism speaks of it,
also the Christian mystics) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And blessed are the glimpses when the scrim of thought is lifted—when that which is observed seen for without interference. -Glen