Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Not this body with

its bones and bruises

its weighted stone and brick

Not these emotions

that sink and rise

and tumble on their own

Not these thoughts

that roam and scramble

through the brain

But this Something Else

words can’t touch

that kisses the ocean

and caresses the earth

I am beyond the song

of the red-winged blackbird

the feel of breeze upon the skin

the sweet taste of a peach

and the pink opening of morning

Come find me.

~ Maluma

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