I am the non-self,
the person, the woman, the being, but
never separate, never alone, always part
of all that is.
I am
the wind that passes across my face;
I am
the aroma of the rose in bloom;
I am
the cloud that brings rain;
I am
the rain;
I am
the sun in the sky and
the earth beneath my feet.
I am
all that is, and
I am
still me.