No Barriers Poem by maya maini

I write and wriite and write,
there seems no Seema.
But Seema is simply not my name,
for it seems like it though.

Boundaries are for those who think physicality,
for me there is nothingness.
So no, end or beginning.
I was there all the time,
just as you are too.

If that were to be true,
there is no need to feel the hand or the body.
It is all there in that vast blank,
that is hardly so.

I rest with the thought which again has no limits,
that you are there for ever.
When did you ever go to come back to me?
It is a play that goes on for eon.
And that endlesness is the meaning,
of this that happened!

I cannot say more.
I dont want to say more.
There is nothing I can say more,
for Seema is simply not my nameI