We’ll start with a cackle
when I think to myself of spiritual principle
and the voices in my head debate the ideal
I stop thinking, by circumlocution

saying every different perspective,
to unsay the unsayable
I am right and I am wrong
I am here and I am there
I am all and I am nothing
yada yada yada, bla bla bla
whatever

At which point, I am presented with the hysterical image,
and idea, of “god” however you understand that,
to present itself as a bush, and say
“ I am who am” I am the alpha and the omega,
and so on and so forth.

Essentially evading the question,
because there is no answer.
It cannot be spoken.

Words are predicated on understanding,
but when we follow that thread of context back to its source,
we are left with pure, unadulterated awareness.

And what is that? It doesn’t need to be said.
It needs no context, no justification.
It simply exists and is being and is truth.
It demands to be known.
We cannot live without it.