I may never have a permanent name

I may have many names

I may have no name

I may have all the names

I am being trained for change

As soon as I form the idea of myself, or things how they are or going to be

It’s been kindly ripped off / deconstructed

Layers and layers of different truths have been peeled from my onion body

I construct and then deconstruct

It makes my mind mad.

But somehow, I feel that’s my true nature

To be the change, transition, transformation, variation...  variable

To be nothing and everything

To be nobody and everybody

To be full and to be empty

To be pain and to be laughter

To be the crazy and to be the saint.

To be the One and to be zero

To be day and night, silence and storm, sun and moon

To have all the faces of the world

To be all seasons, all forms of life and death

To be creator and destroyer

To be the Fool and Mystery

To be the master and servant of my soul

To be God and to be amoeba.

Mistress of Paradoxes

I don’t mind how you call me…

I can be your reflection