Questions
Who am I?
What am I?
A distorted reflection of a character in a mirror,
one grain of sand in the ocean,
one star by which
I got the name.
Just a sigh.
Who am I?
What am I?
A thin vein in the root of a
hundred-year-old oak,
one drop of rain that
disperses and disappears,
one nothing in all
what is
in everything that exists
and I’m not there.
As I breathe…
While everything is important to
You!
Where am I for You?
