The shadow of your shadow
chases the words from my mouth
and scatters the thoughts from my mind like dust.
To gaze upon your face
can only be likened to staring into the sun
or the darkest depths of a starless night.
How can something be both lock and key?
How can that which is veiled be unveiled
when I am myself but a veil?
The faster I move
the faster these footprints catch up to me.
The more I learn, the less I know.
I have nothing to say which hasn't been said before.
I just want to graze in that meadow Rumi speaks of:
when the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.