Strange life, strange place, this universe

Senses look outside.
Alas! We are destroyed and
we can not know us.

If they would look, hear or feel inside
We would recognise us.
Bizarre mystery of human body
Would be revealed to us and
We would know who why and how.

But some are there who knows,
They are patient , they are still,
They can take their vision out
From this world and
Look with their mind's eye inside.

But they can hardly talk
So mystery remains mystery.
Unknowable can not be known,
Refuses to become subject of knowledge

Knowledge acts by it.
You can be it
But cant know it.