Over the years, I latched on to everything. I held tight. Changing outfits, points of view. I grew tired of second skins, and second thoughts. I opened doors to school rooms, playgrounds church yards, old houses, looking for my self when I was pure. I took a trip around the world and came back more confused.
One day I sat in the sun, the sun that never sets, the sun that never rises the sun which only appears to do these things-
and that sunlight helped to germinate these thoughts
I am not a writer I am not a lover I am not a giver or a taker I am not a son a brother, a meditator, or a poet. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not a Hindu or a Christian a Muslim or a Buddhist I am not my eyes or these experiences. I am not my work, and I am not the one who thinks he is not these things...
I am like the moon reflecting... And I don't need these masks anymore.
