無い

A waterless rain,
  passing through the gateless gate.
    A momentless now.

One cannot describe colors to the blind.

I say “blue”, “azul”, “青あお”…

I look into myself, blind.

無

One cannot describe sounds to the deaf.

Yet the deaf understand the sound of a one-handed clap.

I eavesdrop into myself, deaf.

無

How can I speak without words?

I meet with the trees.

Who are you?

I am Sona.

That is your name but who are you?

I think about things for a living and I came to the forest to ask a question.

That is your occupation. Who are you?

Err, I’m the son of X and Y. Born on …. at coordinates //////.

That is your date of birth, not who you are. Who are you?

I am the person standing in front of you, here in the forest, asking you questions.

That is where you are and what you are doing. Who are you?

I umm, …

I am, …

Precisely.