I Am Nothing

Knowing is Known
Unknowing is Known
Knower is Known
But I could not be known

Promises are sown
Morning arises
But at the end of dusk
Love is born
But I could not be known

Broken those seeds
Erased the dusks
Watching the glow
And Breaking the mourn
But I could not be known

Sowing is Known
Erasing is Known
Nothing to fulfill
Nothing to be torn
But I could not be known

I am the board on which she paints - I am Colorless
I am the darkness on which she radiates - I am Glow
I am the sound on which she sings - I am Silence
I am the world on which she rules - I am Universe
I am the podium on which she creates life - I am Consciousness
I am the nothing on which she dawns - I am Known

I am Nothing...

Real vs Unreal

"Is it possible to catch a moment?"
NO.

"What is the next moment doing to the previous moment?"
Changing it

"Can I stop this change?"
NO, I can't.

Then "How to face the change?"

When I was in my college, I came across a wonderful book which had the collection of Buddha's teachings and stories around his life. It read: Buddha told just one sentence to his first set of disciples and very next moment they were all enlightened:

"That which begins also has an end."

Then what is real in this world? Is everything not changing around? What is to be believed when everything will vanish one day? All promised have been proven false and all beliefs have been shattered to ground. Objects which give pleasure now will give proportionate or more sorrow when they change their nature tomorrow.

My thoughts change as waves on water and feelings change like moon phase. My perception changes when seasons shift and mood changes as the wind blows. My body renews itself every 7 years and belongings change every moment

Then who do I call myself? I have a new face every moment And am I not just a collection of Past Memories?

When I myself am changing every moment then what and whom to believe.
The world is like bubble; looks beautiful, flies for a while with my blow and eventually bursts. What remains is Emptiness, Void and Nothing