exactly what
part
of this body, this history,
this personality
makes me?
I am earth,
brought to my knees by questions, yet
born of the unknown;
Racked with longing,
subatomic emptiness,
formless passion,
living hopefulness.
That which is beautiful, i cannot
touch, yet feel it,
rising.
I breathe in,
clean air tinged with holiness,
and exhale my human dioxide
into space.
This tree, it breathes
conversely as I
breathe,
this Yin,
all beings-
all who share this experience;
inseperable
drops of creation.
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