I forgive all who fail to understand me.
I am not a story to be told, nor concept to be known.
No object to be claimed,
No box to call my own.
I am neither A nor B, nor Y or Z.
My language speaks only symbolically.
A free flowing river bursts at it's banks,
Merging with the ocean in a united dance.
All water you drink comes from the source,
The tears in your eyes are pushed by a force.