Nothing Said


I am not simply me;
as much as I am me
I am also you,
whatever you could be.

The source of what I am
however,
is neither you nor I

The source of what we are
is us without being us,
remains eternally
both throughout and beyond
time, space, and (non)existence.

I, otherwise known as
you or we,
am like a ray of light
shot out from the sun:
On what surface
the light will fall
before being reunited
in the dark illumination
no one knows; the tiniest clue
would be
an immediate deception.

The only one who can say
does not communicate
through words.

It swallows you whole
and becomes you
before you were.