What is "Me"?

Boundaries do not exist.
For what is known as "me"
Transcends all of life
And it's entitlements.

Time cannot exist,
Nor does it matter.
Life is just a fact,
A false fear.

My name is written,
Among the stars,
That encompasses
my Soul.

My life is bleed
Into the earth,
That cherishes,
my Soul.

My whole
Is here,
It is there,
Somewhere off
and somewhere near.

My whole is all of "me".
And all the forms
It can be.