I sit down

In the middle of life

Blending out with her colors of faith

Leaning back into the forest of wilderness

Finding peace in the unfamiliar

Between her toes

I can not see, I say

I wish to belong, I pray

I want to be let in, I whisper

The answers is non

Silence, vast thick space

Melting into my skin

A body in a temple

A temple in a body

A voice, a song, a question

More like a moment then anything else

Passing, arising, falling

A breath, in and out, through

I bow my head

My fingertips touching the ground

I am out of soil

I am out of air

I am witnessed, a witness of life.

Tell me dear world, 

Was I ever not a part?

Was I ever excluded or left behind?

Was I ever not welcomed?

Life is running in the blood

Pumping, thriving, pounding

I am filled

I am stilled

I am not the separate one.