there is no me
it is a secret, writ large
there is no me
maybe if i die soon
these words will last for a hundred years more
the tragic end of a seeker
who still had so much more to explore
vanity. pure vanity.
for there is no me
a million years from now
if there are still humans in the universe
even these words will be gone
and were you there to see it
the only reason you would even know i had been there
is a distant memory
for i exist only in the Mind of God
in the Knowing of past-present-future
in the Garden-time and Fire-time
in the forever
in the always
and these eyes have already rotted in my grave
and these fingers are nothing but bones
and would you send me your salams
you would not hear my reply
unless God permitted it
for i am already gone
there is no me
there is only Mercy and Justice
there is only the Garden and the Fire
there are only the Friends and their supporters
and the Enemy and those who acted on the whispers
kun fa yakun
“and these eyes have already rotted in my grave / and these fingers are nothing but bones.” what a reminder.