Unask the question
Who am I
Self inquiry is not a process
It is also not the goal
There is no self to inquire
No self to inquire about
There is no inner silence
Silence alone is the truth
Realms inner and outer
Are but castles in air
Silence is our nature
That the play of forces
Seems to disturb
Like an enormous tsunami
Raging fifty feet high
Over Mariana Trench
And every drop of water
In the crashing wave
Has the still of the ocean depth
And the silence of the Self