The Truth of What Is

The Truth of What Is

I am not the sun

I don’t emit rays

I just reflect them off

A shine of borrowed glory

I don’t spin the world

Or the world around me

I just go along with everything

On this unceasing journey

I can’t make them be about me

Or rotate around me

Or to understand me, even

I can just be

Strongly my self

Rooted in what I am

What I am, What I am

And that is true

And that won’t change

And this is what is

My shadow,  my companion,  my self.

Very much her's,

Vani Venugopal,

14th no, 2014, a night in the lab spinning nanowebs and weaving together words. Which is wierdly, literally not literary. :)