I Know No Thing

I am like the air--
     I have not a home,
           nor time,
                nor place.

Nor feet,
    nor legs        or
        hands.

I am a  _b_ r_ i_ d_ g_ e_
     But
           not one that is fixed--
so, I suppose,
                      rather
more
            like an insect taking food

       from one plant
            to         the       other.

I land on a                  flower
  for        a  moment,

shriveledwings come
            Winter.

                       Spinning
through       the devotion wheel,
    I
   am
 dervish,

           I am none.

I am the link,
   I contain ALL.

                      I hold together a family,
while very    far     away,
             (having sought separation),

though        now      yearning     for       closeness.

The tether,
     the     unwilling    link.

I am the voice of all,
     and the voice of none.

            I speak for the silenced,   of    whom
            I              KNOW            NOTHING.

I KNOW NOTHING

I

     k     n    o   w

n  o  
             t h i n g.