Watching the winds move through the valleys of me,
Wondering what it catches, what it carries, the rivering of breeze,
As my body rests as mountains without peaks,
I find myself gently, quickly caving in;
The dissolving of skin

Now then, in center sea,
A point of light, made just for me,
I watch it as the moment existence begins,
No breath, no motion,
Only stillness, as I move in,
Many layers fall at the wayside,
I barely realize what I’m leaving behind,
As I wander forward, as I feel more alive,
I remember the wind, I remember the skin,
There was a lingering message hidden within,
The quietness of sleep, the continuance of me,
Oh yes, the breath, is there something you wish to speak?

“I am the moment you know you exist.”
I let it rise in, then I let it sink a bit,
Like the fall of my breath is bringing me to the point nonexistence is in,
The inner wind, I’m travelling,
Calms and sets me down somewhere deep inside,
Here, I’ve never been,
“Here, is where we began,”
Says the breath, as I suddenly realize, I am

Tavisha, vis-à-vis

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