I stand in the midst of the whirlwind and breathe
as it passes around me and through me with ease,
like waves on the water,
like sounds in the breeze.
I stand and I watch, as I go through the list
of the things that I want, of the things that I miss,
of the random desire that went unfulfilled,
of the pains and regrets,
of my plans,
of my dreams,
of the things that are moving the soul, make you live.
Don’t I love, don’t I yearn, don’t I feel, don’t I bleed?
I do love, I do yearn, I do feel, I do bleed,
but the reason I can stand the wrath of the wind
is I already have everything.
