Between two polarities I flow
I am the fast, I am the slow.
There’s many “I” within the stream…
And they appear and disappear:
A light, a dark within the beam.
I’m shining strong, I twinkle dim.

The flow is “I”, while “I” am not
“I am” the circle and the dot;
As One with Two, “I” do exist
As an illusion that persists,
A separation in the midsts
I break apart but I resist.

So what am “I” and where “I” ends?
Identifying with the trends…
Perfect illusion of the senses
Final observer of my world
Playing the game within the mold
Eternal Now with many tenses…