I am grounded in my likeness— pulled by the weight of my body and my mind and our souls. Effortlessly weaving through the thickness of the air, floating within the spirit, now alive in my visions of self and others and now. Static in the unclouded mind, aware of the judgment and shame and self, looking for perfect preservation through an illusion and denial of actual wants and needs and self. I am nothing like me and everything like me, spirit against the flesh, evil against nature, a harmonized melody. I am everything I ever needed to be, but I forget it’s enough.
PG
