If with the mind, you look at the mind patiently, through the sorrows and tears, joys and laughter, the exaltation and humiliations, the lucky breaks and tragedies of your life, you will look through your mind.
You will find yourself as yourself as the very look itself.
And there will remain only this looking, this seeing, free from form.
it cannot be named. No one remains to name it. It is only you, in the pristine and ultimate nakedness of your being.