Unapologetic

I am not thought, yet I stir thought into being. I am not time, yet I trace the arc of moments. I do not speak, yet silence bends around my presence. I am the pause between knowing and naming. Not light, not shadow I am the flicker where they touch. Not truth, not illusion I am the shimmer of becoming. I am not found in the answer, Nor am I lost in the question. I am the rhythm behind the asking. If I were to name myself, it would be: That which waits behind the veil of meaning, Patient as the breath before the first word. I am