Contemplation has ended,

I have reached the place

where all language fails.

I am as silent as the unblinking sky,

this endless observer

who refuses to speak,

insolent and mocking,

because everything is there if we just knew how to understand it.

It is the mystery that hides nothing

and still manages to elude.

Likewise,

I feel as though the faintest twitch

should reveal all of who I am

if dissected so many times.

I give it all away

and you are not watching.

Words are nothing in comparison to this.