Reptile with a forked tongue
Earths orbit an ellipse
The soul integrated out
The knower is the known
Is reduced to a thing of knowing
Knower reduced to a thing to be known
You think you know it all
But you don’t know who knows
The observer is the observed
The song is in search of a voice
But your voice knows no song
(But your voice knows not how to sing)
A vision seeks your eyes,
But your they know not how to see.
Seeing with unseeing eyes
The spirit that envelopes and wraps
That plays by the rules of the heart not reason
And that bursts forth from the violin in a corner on the street
But which reaches you not
The man with the violin stands in the corner
Pours his soul into the notes
But you just turn and walk away with unseeing eyes.

Very expression
Every song of the poet
Every word of the writer
Each stroke of the painter
Pointing to the inexpressible
But all this and every attempt to describe the world and to transcend it
Is just another thing added to its contents