Nameless Being

[Guest guest]

I have no name.

I am not the ideal,

am simply "what is"

as is.

I am not "this one or

that one" who came

and went in the past,

or who is born and

dies today.

 

If you reach to touch This,

I remain ungraspable;

As you strive to make This

tangible, I am invisible.

With no particular body, I can't

be identified.

 

The past doesn't touch Me,

neither do your images.

In your worshipful images,

I see only the projection

of your own imagined

significance, your

desire keep an

existence embedded

in feelings and concepts

you carry.