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​"Until you make the subconscious conscious,
​it will direct your life and you will call it fate."
-- Carl Jung

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I am not
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I am not my body
I am not the texture
Temperature
Smell
Sound
Or color of my body

I am the vibration
The frequency
The intangible
The knowing unknown

The depth of my glare as I stare into your eyes
That is where you will find me
The story that comes from my mouth
Will not paint a picture of my essence
For truth is wordless
And indescribable
But tell me a story anyway
And let me tint your ear with enchanting poetry

Touch me and I will be touched
Love me as I am love
Hold me as I am ungraspable
Witness me while you may

Laugh with me at the paradox of reality's unreality

To ascend from thought
I choose to descend into the body
To live
To appreciate
To find pleasure
Humor
And desire in the grit
And shadows of the experience

The body is a wondrous creation of the mind's play at large
Oh how I amuse myself through the charming nature of my tangible existence
Behold my deepest dreamer
Your lucidity awaits