self - by cyclopseven

immensely subtler than the wind
that whispers hope;
unseen it remain powerful
to rule and build
to conquer and destroy;
none have seen yet we are all but that
powerfully subtler it remain
seeing without being seen
speaking without being spoken
listening without being listened to
breathing even beyond dead
subtlety of Self
but a second away from us;
abandoned mercilessly
we bury our own bodies
in thousand death we remain zombies

though we breath we remain dead
to the subtlety of the Self.