When Will You Realize

Collaborate piece, written with my friend Zyed.

(When will you realize that I cannot be fit into a mold.)

There is no cup,
no retainer,
no shape or form.

It is only the abstract that exists.
It is only the essence.
It is only the being.

There are no words,
There are no gestures,
No standards, no fixtures...

It is only the fluidity of my soul...
The flow of my emotions.

It is the abstraction that is me.
The intangible.
The illusive.

Language is only an accessory.

Let the silence speak.
Let's be primitive.
Let's undo the rules.

Don't hold me.
Don't mold me.
Don't fix, don't shackle.
Don't measure me up --

Just let me be,
Just set me free,
Let me run and see my fly.

 

It is the abstraction that is me.
The intangible.
The illusive.

Language is only an accessory.

Let the silences speak,
Let's be primitive,
Let's undo the rules,
Let's return to nakedness.

Let's flow with the cosmos.
Return to the state of light.
The nebula that gave birth.

 

Call it what you will,
Call it what you want --

Nirvana,

Heaven,

Moksh.

Let me take you to heaven,
Just hold my hand.

It is me,
Here and now.
Just withdraw your defenses,
Let's be one.

 

No boundaries,
No spaces,
No distances,
No pace.

No matter,
No state,
No being,
No you,
No me.

 

 

Just IS
Just AM
Just ARE
Just will be...

Just a fusion
A cosmic amalgam,
Just a streak of lighting
Or a wave of sound.

Author's Note

Zyed and I usually pass my notebook around each writing a line or stanza, whatever comes to mind. This was the first one done on IM. It's a great experience you should try with a writer you're comfortable and compatible with. Photo: NASA

Reviews

[Natasha Ashway]

Coming across your poem was a crazy coincidence - but then I don't believe in such a simple notion, and neither do you, I think.
I love your poem! It is my philosophy for life!
I've just navigated away from one of my web pages where I put up the quote 'I have no boundaries' from Criss Angel.
"There is no cup..."
I understand completely.
How? I usually quote the similar words 'There is no spoon' from The Matrix.
I don't need to analyse your poem. Let's just say it spoke out my thoughts.
Thank you!