| As the wind loses his strength after a storm
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| I undress my will
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| I let the breath of life blow on me
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| I feel safe in the unknown
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| My aura spreads wide outward
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| Reaching those gates
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| I can’t bring myself to walk to
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| I tie my hair to a dead tree
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| With each knot I exhale discord
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| With each knot I inhale transparency
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| Until I’m left at peace
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| Staring at my reflection on the clouds running above
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| Thoughts filter through me
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| I purge out any trace of them
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| Claiming my own being
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| I refuse to blend in
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| And I accept to exist
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| I just exist
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| Like a dead leaf on water
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| I let currents decide directions
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| Like mold on a stone
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| I’ll live through anything that comes my way
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| The pulse behind any move
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| Is the electric fire life commands
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| I challenge my lungs to overcome the smoke
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| I’m still and centered like a stone
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| But my body keeps bursting into flames
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| And just when I will be ashes
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| It means I have fought back enough
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| I bring my heartbeat down to silence
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| I envision a white square
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| And its sides fading to nothing
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| I enter the realm of blankness
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| And feel my bones turning into dust
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| Air draws through me
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| Charcoal fumes take my place
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| Being nothing
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| I’m all I need to be
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| Being nothing
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| I’m all I’ve chosen to be |