Where the I moved, me moves.

Soulful Poem.

I went through a tough time during the past couple weeks. Yet, writing this piece felt easy and natural.

Photo by Roman Romashov on Unsplash

There’s this portal, of which
Light moves through instant time.
And experiential time is inside the light traces.
We are in the light, 
So we are experiencing the time of our light.

To say I am light, the I is not me, the I is our oneness.
The me, is inside the I traces.
Wherever I moved, me moves.

In this earth body, me move through time and space.
In another body, it maybe in no time, in no space.
In an endless friendship movement-journey to the 
I core. love-core. AKA, To know: 
not-him not-her (genderless), but to know I.
Love longing.

In this journey, there’s no end.
Only the joy of the present.
You keep telling me to be present, when there is none.
You move me fast, telling me to enjoy the traces.

This body makes me conscious of myself.
In this body, its all about me, me, me.
Outside this body, there’s no self, there’s no me state.
How it would look like is a waiting experience.