I do not know how old I am, how many lives I’ve lived, or what forms I’ve been.
I am not my skin, I am not my hair, I am not the clothes I wear, nor the body I’m in.
I see, I hear, I feel, I bring, I am many a thing.
I am also shaped by the places I go, the books I read, and the people I meet.
I have endless lessons still before me, the world will continue to teach.
I live what I have learned, I have felt the sting, I know many a thing.
I am love, and I am loved. I get to be the source and the end.
I will walk, I will run, I will enjoy that great big sun.
I might have many lives still before me, much to glean, I see many a thing.
Not least of which, is an infinite number of sunsets.