O You Who Are - the formless, nameless One, <br />more real than all forms and names can speak: <br /> <br />You for whom we seek to find a name <br />and yet who has no name, who needs no name; <br /> <br />You for whom we seek to shape a form <br />and yet who has no form, who needs no form; <br /> <br />Yet whom we name in every name we speak, <br />and whom we see in every form we seek: <br /> <br />is there some name bestowed for nameless name, <br />a form imagined for a formless form, <br />by which all hearts today that seek themselves <br />may shape their search as if for One unknown? <br />may kneel in front of their own golden throne? <br /> <br />Should we approach you as the Lord of Hearts, <br />who’s spoken of in heartfelt praise of glorious human brilliance, <br />endeavour, art, achievement and discovery; <br />the Lord who gave us hearts to know we love? <br /> <br />Should we approach you as the Lord of Self, <br />whom we all know when we relax, become <br />more our known self, in silence, rest, or company <br />that sparkles round a table built of happiness? <br /> <br />Should we approach you as the Lord of Consciousness <br />in whom we live and move, and be; yet never see <br />for you’re the seeing in ourself; to whom we wake <br />and know, and stand securely, watching all? <br /> <br />I ask You for the sound of some new yet eternal name; <br />that sound by which all quickly know themself <br />and talk once more from hearts forever free, <br />of what we are, and know, and love to be.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-to-whom-i-am-myself/
