When looking for me
I found nobody:
I (un)knew myself.
I searched
for what I am,
I found
what I am not.
I searched
for what others think I am,
I found
what I never was.
I searched
for what I would like to be,
I found
what I will never be.
I said “I am not” many times,
And each time I removed a piece of myself.
A mountain of rubble has formed,
And, on the other hand, a deep abyss.
I often looked at this imperfect vacuum,
With amazement, discomfort and even bitterness.
I asked if there would be any real essence of me,
Beyond the superficial, the conditioned, the trivial.
But I realized
– one day –
That, by searching
for Being
I found
(Non)Being : Perfect in its (un)definition, (a)morphous in its perfection.
I understood this dark, silent and empty space,
And hugged him without fear or emotion.
In its deep darkness I will can – one day –
see the Imperishable Light flicker.
And, in the absolute absence of sound,
I will be able to hear
– one day –
the Voice of Silence.
In that moment, magnificent and beautiful,
I will know my True Essence;
Because, separated from the Whole,
I’ve never been, I’m not and I never will be.