I am not my self,
And nothing is as it is.
Everything is nameless, blameless.
Truth is perceived thoughtlessly;
I ignore them.

There, in truth, is no language to make simple
the complex.
Reality is truth.
Experience is now.
  Everything is now.

Beauty is a symptom of rarity.
Everything is relatively rare.
Everything is relative.
Time, now, exists as a singularity.
Love, now, is life.
  
“I’m sorry.”

Nothing is incomprehensible.
Everything is incomprehensible.
I am incomprehensible.
You are incomprehensible.
Love is accepting anyway. Love is life.  

“I love everyone.”

But you do not understand me.
You are more understandable to you.
Make me more like you, your Desires!
You love falsely.
I’m sorry. I love everyone.