What if each waking breath you had a whole new brain, a new perspective, and all that remained was a wonder, “Here I am.” What if we dropped our personhood, no matter clever or simple, humble or self-absorbed, into the thick fragrance of now. Those ribbons of analysis wrapped around the mind, how we decorate our walls with untold stories. If we remove the outside world from the equation of “me,” what are we left with?
The self-image is hallow. there is no person behind the mask. There is nothing to chase or avoid, you are the light soaking on your forehead. How light wrinkles and shifts in her eyes, starring at the world behind the world with the spear of destiny in hand.
Easy under the skin, liquify your spine, melt like gravity washing over the stars. The galaxy watching over you, “This one doesn’t reek of comparison.”
Breathe deep as the trees reassemble with the wind, casting electric shadows onto the branches, lazy synapses laid over your gaze, a voice without words only you can hear, and the surrender that glows in this body that knows.
A waterfall has no plan to fall yet look at it go, with no beginning or end, it just falls with no aim to be understood. And the stage it owns. The sound and the tiny ripples. I forget why I bothered with personhood.