No image you create of me,
no verse you shape in my name
can ever hold what I truly am.
I live beyond your colors,
beyond the reach of your words.
Climb as high as your mind can rise-
still, I stand above that peak.
Leave aside the noise of speech,
close the pages of your books.
Come sit in silence instead-
for I myself am the scripture
you were meant to read!!
Work From:
To Her Who Already Knows .
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:49 AM UTC
No image you create of me,
no verse you shape in my name
can ever hold what I truly am.
I live beyond your colors,
beyond the reach of your words.
Climb as high as your mind can rise-
still, I stand above that peak.
Leave aside the noise of speech,
close the pages of your books.
Come sit in silence instead-
for I myself am the scripture
you were meant to read!!
Work From:
To Her Who Already Knows .
I am the highest form of existential truth in your life - whether you understand it or not!!
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