In the void, in the shimmering darkness, I am. In there is my true self.

I am the wind that blows, I am the snow flake that floats, and I am the consciousness that grows

Then there a semblance of self. A centered calmness; warm and gentle

He is delightful. He is me. He is home. .

He is me- my I am.  

- For Harold.

Namaste