All

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

Beautiful

Skin

And gently through my hair

This borrowed

Beautiful

Hair.

To experience oneself

As a pinpoint

Of Everything

Unravels

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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