No one guided me to myself.
I am the guide.
Between desert and sea, I am my own guide to myself...
Who am I?
This is a question that others ask, but has no answer.
I am my language, I am an ode, two odes, ten.
This is my language.
I am my language. I am words' writ: Be! Be my body!
And I become an embodiment of their timbre.
I am what I have spoken to the words:
Be the place where
my body joins the eternity of the desert.
Be, so that I may become my words.

(Mahmoud Darwish)