I know that I am here. Sometimes I feel ill, sometimes I feel well. I know that I am here. Undulating like the thunder-storm clouds, awakening and dying like the earth, churning and trying with the seasons, aligning and misalignjng with my hearth.
But I am always here.
Realizing and unrealizing things that hurt, or work. Discovering new gems in old dirt.
I am here. And I am capable of shifting too.
Passing moods and tides of hunger, thirst and sate.
No matter who I think I am. Who I believe myself to be. My life will train and teach and challenge me. And I will become forever.
But I’ll always be…
Even if I’m in other forms, transmute through other ways. Gone. Without truly being gone.