Beyond
This thing in me, so ancient
older then god
Inside, it was,
above, around
always there
like a horizon
I was unnamed, unborn yet
this world called me things
I was not
even now, many names
take root, bloom,
fade and fall away
You see
I too was made of something else
before my mind became me
this thing beyond
an eternity
an all
an edge and end
where we begin
Walk With Me 