I Am Said I (Huruma)

I scrabble for words  To give expression Of who I am The what and the how Of this life But all the tongues Of the world would not Speak it in its fullness I am mystery Unfathomable even To myself The root and mood Are sung in songs Of outer space On hot August nights Soul tugged upward To the orbit of its belonging My home ever a temporary Dwelling place An emptiness deep That clings tenaciously Daring me to let go Knowing that I will not That I am chosen for it And I have chosen The infinity of whom It speaks and in whom I am mirrored