Words try to explain,
to categorise, to define,
all perception into
"this" or "that",
for the ease of our mind
and intellectual understanding.

But the realm of awareness is wordless.

It's an attempt to translate from
a language we do not master,
for, if we did,
not one word is necessary.

A worthy poet's poem
is the finest attempt
to bridge the gap
between heart and mind.

But they never truly succeed.
For the mind does not speak
the language of the heart.

What we realise is that
we are our own best poet.

Because in the
spaciousness
of the present
we are the writer,
the most beautiful,
wordless, poet.