You always hear… wherever you go there you are. But who are you?

Not anywhere at all…

They say, Wherever you go, there you are

But I am no where to be found

I circle round all day looking

And find nothing even remotely profound

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The when of me isn’t looking much better

For I will die again soon

But if I am willing to die every single moment

I can dance with the spirit of the moon

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The urge to transform I cannot suppress

Nor is it a journey light of heart

To delve deep into myself in all it’s intimacy

Is to tear my ego apart

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Wherever I go is not where I will be

But a moment just past recognition

I slip away so suddenly

Beyond the unknown and into a permanent state of transition

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I cannot grasp the formless  

And certainly not my mind

For I am not an individual  

At least, nothing so easily defined  

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 It turns out I am made from simple things

Contexts and conditions of endless configurations

To know them well is to know the source of all things

And get closer to some kind of liberation

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It requires a little madness to begin

To start the process going

So I will let go of the ways I think and feel

And consider another way of knowing