Flowing homogeneous without ripples
over hills down through valleys
never stopping pausing
not any disturbance causing
already there before arriving.
Unseen unheard unnoticed always
quietly seeping sleeping
even in your dreaming
when you wake up rested
in all you have or have been interested.
Falling like the mist like rain
but in falling nothing really came
there before a place to be
always, never waiting, no time to wait.
I will never ever see
all that you are
and all that you might be
even looking in the mirror
when I see you stare at me.
Still I cannot describe
that which is and is not
is not a state
neither inside nor out
inside, outside what?
Not possible to ever doubt
how can I doubt I am
To whom do these thoughts arise?
Don’t let impostors theorise.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinking-will-not-give-the-answer/
