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
everywhere
into everything
quietly
Q♥