Love. Look at yourself without thinking,
Without any liking or disliking.
That is, without any movement of the mind.
Or, without the noise of the mind.
Then you have eyes which are altogether different from
Because they are not burdened by the past.
They are innocent.
And in this silence there is neither the observer, nor the
Undivided and one.
Beginningless and endless.
You can call it God or Nirvana or anything whatsoever.
The name does not matter.
Because the name is not the thing.
And when one has known the thing, one does not bother
about the name