Wind,
strong wind,
tell me,
strong wind,
tell me,
are you
my true nature? –
my true nature? –
heart dispersing
like pollen
on the breeze
like pollen
on the breeze
and every thought
a flutter,
leaves at evening
a flutter,
leaves at evening
even my body
this earthen animal thing
bending
unbending
to the currents
this earthen animal thing
bending
unbending
to the currents
as here
invisible
becomes
visible
swelling up,
lungs a balloon,
full bull frog throat,
lungs a balloon,
full bull frog throat,
I am swollen with spirit
and feel as though I might explode
and in the same
moment
of fullness,
tension,
expansion,
the exhale arrives,
emptiness,
space,
a void unfurled.
I am not …
yet I am.
yet I am.
I cannot express
the fullness
of this being-ness
this such-ness.
the fullness
of this being-ness
this such-ness.
Impregnated
by presence,
I am a dandelion gone to seed,
by presence,
I am a dandelion gone to seed,
each breath
a step
towards birth.
Wind,
strong wind,
tell me,
tell me,
when my last breath
rejoins
you,
will I finally
be
born?
be
born?
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