Knotted at my tongue’s tip,
I struggle to string words
into a meaningful sequence.
Ignorant attempts to express
the ubiquitous, but out of reach–
the inexpressible–
the ineffable.
Worn from the illusion
cast down by separation
I fail to see the unity–
the totality.
Through these textures
of black and white,
good or bad,
this or that…
The monism is lost
by the boundaries of linguistics,
And so, I try to comprehend my existence
through my pen regardless.