As I stay immersed,
Into the ‘I’ I only know of me,
How can I describe who, how or what I am, to someone else?

You may know too,
Only our smiles from the deepest unknown,
Seem to know and agree without even saying anything of it!
Silence is the only response.

When “I am” who I am,
I cannot step away from it,
Any effort is useless,
No, every effort to describe, simply fails!
For it is of folly to try describe the indescribable.

My lips seal up..

All I can do,

Is gaze into that nothingness that I have and ‘am’ always…as my most natural home…

Many a times, the effort drifted into so many words, which didn’t stand up an iota to that, which only “I am”.

Tired, the ego, gives up, laughing at its folly, knowing very well, it doesn’t even have anything to stand on itself…

Shrinking away coyly…begone!

Even bliss is less a word, ecstacy fails, for who is to experience?

Becoming can’t be, for there is none to be..

And so, there is this void left…not the void of what “I am”, but the void of what can be said of it.

I can’t even say, “Arrive into it” anymore….

For you are there already…..

Its just a story unravelling….

And then, one day, when you discover yourself there already…

You will know, the unknowing smile emerging, the knower now, begone!

For the depth of that unknown,

Is the same,

From where

“I am”.