One Starry Night

Questions unanswered
Repressed in memories
Resurface from the core.
Facing them, mind to heart-
It doesn’t matter anymore.

Because
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.
I am.

Unhindered. Unclaimed.

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