Kasia Fedyk


I Mean, Everything


Let go of everything
I mean, Everything
-I Am

So what have I become?
I became the air, the sky,
the ocean, the mountain
the moon, the flower
and the butterfly.

All that is living in me
is the exotic mysteries of life
nothing can come close
to the cloth of the soul itself

I need no bandage to put on my wound
it will never heal
I'm just covering a part of the open waters
what about the rest of me
where will it go?
the bandage will swim on the surface
of the ocean, floating endlessly
never reaching the depth

I have to find myself
becoming the waves
the mystery itself
they come from the depth, just to touch the shore
to feel the sand upon its flesh
and then go back to the depth
where they belong.

Let go of everything
I mean everything
-I Am

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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