Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
Or cultural system.
I am a human creation.
A shadow on the wall
I veil truth in sound and letter.
I, the created create.
Drawn by the strings of the yearning soul
To articulate, exhilirate,
Belong to the beloved, but born of the lover.
Ride the rhythmic beatings of the heart.
Breathe in – behold the beauty of a fading world.
Breathe out whatever the soul catches hold of.
Up from within, I come with longing
Reflections in a pond of still water
Yet my fumbling utterances only cause ripples.
Information flows, but meaning stutters
If no one can hear me, do I exist?
If no one can feel my sighs
Am I silenced?
I shout, and moan,
I sigh and sing.
Yet I can only point.
For in the end, like the comet
streaking across the twilight,
I came from nothing
And to nothing I return.