I'm from the subtle world,
the quiet world,
the realm souls occupy.

I'm from the void,
the infinite nothing,
from whence the prana comes that I return.

I'm from the life,
rebel of the human dynasty,
forced to walk through humanity's perfumed waste.

I'm from Shiva, perhaps,
since I can relate;
ending to allow beginning.

I'm from the dark,
revelling in shadow,
but burned by the light.

I'm from myself:
my only teacher,
though far from perfect.