What's remembrance of the Beloved as Real Self,
But acknowledging one's own falseness?
To forget ego-mind, that false self, that insignificant other, isn't being unconscious of it,
Rather an acute awareness of its smallness, even nothingness.
The tension between such forgetfulness and remembrance purifies,
Striking the heart like an arrow on its target.
Between those extremes there's something special brewing,
A friction, a flame that starts burning away barriers.