Without even trying to
I did what I needed to do.
As if I just stepped aside and
it just did it itself.
Acting as just an agent of
that which can have no name
of which we hear so much
and as if it will help at all:
It is a journey.
A journey done without walking.
Without going anywhere, per se.
A journey to within.
There are no words
for it is an experience.
Words distract and detract
and point beautiful signs at
that which has no name.