that your language is as foreign
as the many you don’t understand.
Your thoughts are jibberish nonsense.
You have no tongue.
Imagine, for a moment,
there’s no home in your words.
Your ideas are now timeless.
Cells renew raceless,
Self as you know it exists borderless.
Consider this your greatest freedom:
to turn your back on what you call knowledge
as a matter of education.
Recognize unknowing as an art of unfurling.
Imagining your limits dissolved,
you are one with all understanding.