To be where language isn't. Where the eyes

To be where language isn't. Where the eyes
of seers never dared to gaze, the ears
of hearers never thought to listen, to know
for sure I'm where an other hasn't been;

In the feeling of a crying child,
the gasps and moans of mothers, in the ways
we know it hurts though we don't know ourselves
the depth of that personal suffering;

So there, I act without a self. I am
the vehicle for music that's not mine,
the vessel of an ethic I don't own.

Ecstatic, I'm beyond an understanding
of words. I'm beyond standing-in-itself:
I stand no where—I just stand.