I am.

I like to fall into this silence;
echoes of breaths
back to me
with every wave against the stones.

Such a perfect moment
endless - like this silver sea
which opens its gates
beyond my sight.

Who am I to think
to own the World

I am the wind
making leaves shiver
and I am a cloud
changing its shape

and all that I feel
and all that I can see

one of a billion drops
searching for home
- among thousand homes;

one true reality
among infinite possibilities.

An echoe is teaching me
sighing - whithout an object:
there is no what - or where.

I am.

VedenKH - Oct. 2009