Being Me

There’s something special about being human.

Something raw

beautiful

majestic

magnificent

significant.

There’s something magical about being human.

Feeling all the feelings,

knowing all the knowings,

choosing all the choosings.

There’s something wonderful about being human.

Tasting all the wonders,

drinking all the sweetness,

eating all the deliciousness.

There’s something truthful about being human.

Melting away,

shedding away,

pushing away

from all the things that aren’t meant to be,

as long as we’re willing to be in it,

the truth of who we are.

Not the truth of what we’re told,

taught,

shown.

The truth that lives as true as light,

real as love,

perfect as this breath.

And this one.

And this one.

And

this

one.

It’s beautiful being me,

witnessing you,

witnessing me with you,

witnessing you with me.

It’s a swirl of color,

a dash of joy,

being me.

As I am.

Wonderfully,

specially,

magnificently,

magically,

truthfully,

me.