All I hear is silence,  

a ray of sun amidst the violence. 

The Sun with a drop of dark night, 

or the moon reflecting the light.  I

reside somewhere in mid,  near

your heart, protected by rib.  For I

am all you expect,  

your wishes and all your regret. 

I am the curse that you give,  I

am the boon that lets you live. 

The sky, the earth, the ground, 

all is me, and I’m crowned. 

The illusion is your present, 

and reality is what you dissent. 

It’s me, the haunting presence, 

it’s me, all those blessings.  It’s

me who’s him and her,  it’s me

who’s clear and blur.  It’s me

who rules you,  

and it’s me who fools you.