You are an enigma

So this is how it is to be in the jaws of the tiger. When we fall out, you gently pick us and place us back on your tongue. But you do not chew. You leave it to us to digest ourselves, to make it to your stomach!
We keep hoping you will bite or chew, but you don't move, Silent Still one. But when I lose my way and slip out, you don't let me go too far. It is up to us, to get digested in the saliva of self-enquiry.

O Lord, how mysterious you are!
Your realized your self in a trice,
at sixteen
and yet you squeeze us till we have no tears left,
No life yet, till we crave death.
And even then you gently pick us up again
and place us back in your jaws.

This much is clear, Sweet Lord, you are the divine stalker, we can't lose you. We don't need to seek you, you are behind us.