Losing Identity Looked Futile

I flee from the fire which called me to embrace. Claiming to be truth And to take me to the ultimate truth It asked me to cut my wings I refused From the depth of the sea He again called me To drown self in the depth of the truth To lose very existence in this pursuit Cut all desires by its root Another call he made To absent yourself from illusions Pass by forest and climb every mountain You won't find anything but you alone. The whisperer kept whispering to me The pure mind does not need memory to remember Ever such call to merge with the light Losing identity looked futile As I passed by this phase, I am still alive.