sealed with countless touches;
Strong, violent,
soft, tender,
careless, light,
are now the resources of which
my skin is made of
And it is a thick skin
made of hurt
made to hurt.
And oh, yes
it has leaked the pain
As I could not breath
As pain being all to breath in
Like the life would have been
sucked out of me
The life how I used to know it
But the moments, decades went by
And I was still breathing!
Pain, air, the beautiful life
I was never dying
I was reborn
I was reborn out of the leaking flesh
Out of the intense affections
Out of the seconds, moment that felt like
The whole eternity was captured in the thick,
rich, seconds of hurt
The affection that meant nothing
was manufactured out of twisted gentleness
Out of gentle words, gazes and touches
that could only betray
Oh yes,
I was reborn
but I wasn’t I anymore
and the ”Was not”
was not the same,
never the same
As this layers had made my tissues steel
I was not flesh anymore
My flesh could not be hurt with any flesh anymore
I was not death nor living,
body nor mind but some uniqueness of the universe
Sensing, feeling, breathing I was
I was the Through Which Life was interpreted
A qualitative different interpretation of materials
And Finally I
Could really have it all!
As I did not care anymore
I was
The Breath
The Pure Joy
Spontaneous movement
Out of and for a Movement