As He.

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No soul can perceive its own being;
None has attained the ability of
Perceiving one's self.
We simply encounter countless
Reflections of whom we seem to be.

My eyes have not perceived, neither
Shall they attain the capability of
Perceiving my own self,
As the soul of another perceives whom I am.
Does this not give heed to the thought
That another is well aware of myself
More than I am of myself?

He beholds, and I behold not,
Nor shall I ever come to behold.
Myself I know, and I've met,
But myself I have not seen.

Oh, that I may behold
And see as He does.
Oh, that I’d be one
With the spirit and mystery of God.

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