Tell me,
when you look out from the living room window,
do you see traces of your steps,
and places that you kept
safely stored
in your minds eye?
Do you see me following
the seeds of spirit that you left
and from one moment to the next,
trying to become one with your breath?
Do you see me following,
do you see me borrowing
your words, your gestures and expressions
do you see me traveling
through this galaxy and all its different dimensions
trying to become
someone
who you would greet with pleasure
Spirit of Tara 