Am I the ocean? It is too small, A dream dewdrop on the azure blades of space. Am I the sky? It is too small, A lake in the bosom of eternity. Am I eternity? It is too small, Framed in a name. In the vast regions of namelessness I love to dwell, Beyond limits of dreams, names, conceptions. I am what I am always- In the ever-present past, In the ever-present future, In the ever-present now.