I got the heart of a lion with the soul of a poet.
Only Breath
Not Christian, or Jew, or Muslim. Not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or in the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.
"Death is quite romantic."
"You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy ecstasy. Which is… kind of the same thing."
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