In this realm of space and time,
causality governs reason
and answers don't die.
Rather they lie
covert in questions,
unveiled by the passage of time.
Discovery is inevitable,
for curiosity is the bread of the hungry mystic.
Satisfaction, is there in anything?
Satisfaction is there, in only thing, and that is Everything.
May I accept a small token as an answer,
for a question that asked me who I was?
Or may I pass that token to the answer
who questioned me if I was?
Am I?
I think I am.
I think therefore I am.
But maybe I am not?
But then I never asked that.
And I never sought.
Satisfied forever as the bliss of infinity,
I forgot,
the knots of bondage,
be it chains of iron or gold,
the one who is caught is caught.
Am I?
I think I am.
I think therefore I am.
Maybe for a single moment,
that some call eternity, albeit of a temporary kind,
I wasn't satisfied,
when I came,
to this plain,
and felt this pain,
of separation, same
as the one one feels in being human.
Could it be,
that which came and went in a spree,
was it... the answer?
Unacceptable.
Transmutation is only an apparition,
A seed for the next question,
and the quest for the next answer.
Does it ever sum up?
answer + answer = Answer?
Whole is not a sum of the parts.
Whole stays Whole
Infinity stays Infinity,
whether you subtract one or two
or anything you may construe.
Truth never stopped being true
for a single moment,
failing which perhaps
the Universe itself would collapse.
But its longing is the seed of the human heart.
That which was at the start,
and never stopped being apart,
from that which it was
from that which it is,
and from that which it remains.
Does constance exist?
Does the moon ever clearly reflect in the lake?
Who would know?
A mind perturbed
by pebbles thrown to disturb
its calmness, to test if it is real.
Reality is not the one in question.
Reality is not the one of doubt.
Its true nature, was of the fascination,
within and without.
Does constance exist?
Does Constance exist?
That is for one to find out.
