The light behind I

Who is the seer who does the seeing
Who is listener of all the sounds
Who is the voice behind the words
Spoken by everyone around

Who is the thinker thinking the thoughts
Who is the actor behind the actions
Oh,  to  grasp the fleeting presence
Of perciever and mover of every  motion

When the gaze is turned from out to in
The body becomes an instrument of expression
Of the luminous and  divine  presence
Taking different forms in succession

Expressed as 'I' in my body
By the gross and physical bound.
The moment the illusion of 'I' is shed
Truth, consciousness and bliss is found