There is this inner knowingness, A silent inner light, That has no name and no form

On some level If you insist One could say that We are human beings Why not? We name everything Since we can We do Why not name this realm As a human realm Since we can name, we do But what does it mean? There is this inner knowingness A silent inner light That has no name and no form Cannot be named Cannot be called human or inhuman An inner intuition Of Self A self knowingness As well as world body mind knowingness That is indescribable Yet undeniable There is the form Impressions But also the formless Which precedes the naming Has no name Silent Still Self knowing Form As we all know Morphs and shifts Comes and goes From where to where? There is an immovable dimension That does not come and go Lying at the midst Of that which comes and goes Independent of the coming and going A center That has no center No borders No dimensions Undeniable I-I