I am Here

In this body

This suit of flesh

And bone

And blood

That I wear

That allows me to feel the wind

I am the wind

I can feel myself

For the first time

It’s always the first time

Blowing softly against my skin

This borrowed



And gently through my hair

This borrowed



To experience oneself

As a pinpoint

Of Everything


The scrolls curled up tightly

In each fiber of my Being

And breathes new life

Into the spaces between

The nothingness

That holds

The everything.

I am that.

That is I.


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