What do you want?

Someone asked:

     What do you want
     from these images?

     What do you want
     from these things that you write?

     What do you want
     from these dances?

This is the same as asking:

     What do you want
     from your eyes?

     What do you want
     from your pen and your paper?

     What do you want
     from your body?

I want from my eyes that which lies in front of me in this world. I want from my pen and my paper that which lies in front of me in this other world. I want from my body that which does not lie in front of me either in this world or in this other world. I want to know: what am I? Not who. Not why. I want to know: what are we? And I have seen enough to know that with polish and with time, these mirrors will give me the answers.