Tracing Back

Viewing the world, I use eyes to see,
all that appears, separate from me

Yet mind sees these eyes and so they must be
objects perceived - only through which I see

My mind too is known and here is the key,
what knows my mind is what I must be

I Trace my way back, and abide in that one,
which reveals my essence, a radiant sun

What is discovered is not confined to a place,
I go back into the world and see my true face

For no object exists in it's own right,
only borrows it's form from my glorious light

Yet most still feel as if they exist
in the world of ideas, the obvious missed

But now I see you, having traced your way back,
no distance between us and nothing we lack