There was a time when I knew very little of myself
I threw my breath in many directions, thrashing about,
Flinging little pieces of me in every direction
My eyes searched desperately for safety.
I found none.
There was a time when I simply froze.
My breath stopped, my heart slowed
I closed my eyes and my existence melted
I sought comfort in death.
It would not have me.
There was a time when I smiled
With my strength, I held up my head
I walked from here to there
I asked “how are you?”
“I am fine.”
There was a time when I was quite content
I was proud of myself, I had accomplished great things
I was rich—I possessed myself
Many admired me, many hated me.
Something was missing.
There was a time when I awakened
Under a tree one quiet day, I was born twice
My eyes saw nothing new, yet nothing had I known before
My heart trembled with each beat–Love.
There was nothing else.
There was a time when I left me.
I abandoned all things, all ideas, all measure of myself
I was no more, and more I could not have been
Being was expressed.
Being was fulfilled.