Frameless


You ask me to define myself
but I don't know what to say.

I am the known unknown,
the soulness of an empty soul
and a finished work within intention.
I am the rest at the end of restlessness
and the silence after all spoken words.

I am a mirror,
I am a window
and an empty frame.

Your eyes keep looking
at the details of the frame.
Can you see a frameless mirror?
Can you see a frameless window?
Can you see a frameless void?

If you can, you already know me.
If you can't, take your eyes off the frame.



Flying Free

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