Nameless

Nameless,
inconceivable,
non-objective,
It pervades
all the universes.
Instantly both here and there,
but always before this or that.
Brightly shining
yet dark and obscure.
Ever-rising,
yet inexplicable.
Call it ancient --
but look, it's moving your tongue.
It's the clear substance
of your senses,
the empty form
before you call it "mind" --
the inner brightness
of the Dark Hall.
Faceless,
without back, front or sides,
do not try to conceive it.
Let it be
and it flashes like lightning.
Hide it away,
and still it gleams.
It's the amazing starry sky
of the whole secret.
Nobody can hold onto it,
or explain its power.
Yet already it knows
everyone,
everywhere,
everything.