After the previous thought dissolves,
before the next one arises,
who are you?
The one who watches thoughts
cannot be a thought.
Now you are the ocean
of pure awareness
from whom worlds, stars, galaxies
bubble up like foam.
You are the silence that was here
before God said, Let there be light.
Why no repose
in the boundless dignity
of who you always
already are?
Those who dwell in the stillness
between thoughts
make peace.