To see yourself
you must disappear

Fold the world inward
like a paper swan
and sit in the silence
between your own thoughts

On the surface
a face made of smoke & shouting
Not beautiful, not kind
Just loud

But dive deeper
past the noise
past the names you wear like clothing
past the gods & hungry clocks

and there
a windowless light
soft as forgetting
vast as blood before it enters you

Your true nature is not a thing
It is not even yours

It is a sky
with no ceiling
a love that asks nothing
a silence that sings
when you stop trying to listen