I am not the stories I’ve told

those are yours

I simply breathed life into them for you to share them with the world

let them be blown away, gently

from the breath of source

I am the observer

who’s fingers interpret information from the soul of the world, your soul

to my soul and to the soul of others

I write not teach but to learn

my fingertips teach me

and I share

I am the new story I want to tell

I want to be the story of emptiness so that I can fill myself anew

and step forward wanting to tell another story

I cannot be a broken record unto the past

I seek to discover

to unfold

but first, silence

so that I can embrace the world

wrap my arms and legs around it

as if it were the edges of my heart expanding outward


into everything