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How Odd

Updated on June 2, 2016

It is odd...

This existence.

I see my hands and know that they are mere extensions and not really me.

I am energy,

I am air,

I am life.

I am beauty, dreams, and all that is and all that ever was.

Odd...


For so long I sat in the human form until that day,

When I realized I was never really human at all...not really.

It was a costume,

A ruse,

One element of my being

And not even real!

This whole life is unreal, just one version among many.

Perhaps, I am not here.

Perhaps, I never was.

I may wake one day to a completely new existence and forget.


Sadness and loss

But why?


I am free

I am the wind!

How cliche.


It's all been said before.

How odd that I forgot...

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      Healing Gardens 15 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Thank you, Whonu :) I just had my very first ayahuasca experience this weekend, and it is amazing to realize how we are spiritual beings. To lose the self is an amazing, terrifying, and liberating thing.

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      whonunuwho 15 months ago from United States

      I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing. whonu