Becoming

Here it was,where it has alwaysBeen. The answerthat wasin the question,all along. The idea of“I”,the idea of“me”,flowing in a streamof memory. Becoming is Beingwhen seen withthe eyesof the Soul. The river thatcomesbackHome. Reverieof a longing contained in a past only rememberedbecause it seemedLost. But it was never lost,only forgotten; concealedto experience fullywhat it is to…

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I find myself here, again

I find myself here, again. In that space wherenothing happens,and everythingjust is. Not the sun anymore,but the light reflectedon the water’s surface. Not the sea anymore,but the rise and fall of every wave. Not the vesselthat crosses thresholds,but the wind filling the sails. I find myself here, again,even if I knowI will lose myself, again,just…

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