This is me in this moment...
nothing special,
nothing sparkling.
There is just breath,
and bones,
and silence--
no pretense,
no place to go,
a yawn,
a sigh,
a shrug.
There is in this moment
my essence--
all that I am,
an absence of
what I should be,
what I could be,
what I must be.
...And in this void I am pleased to meet ME. |