Repressed in memories
Resurface from the core.
Facing them, mind to heart-
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Gliding through, the wind tells me, I am.
Flying with the bird that tells me, I am.
Shivering under a star lit sky, I am.
In prayers with the monks, I am.
Lost in the only thoughts-
I am. I am. I am.
Here. Now. Present.