I Already Have Everything

Poem

I stand in the midst of the whirlwind and breathe 

as it passes around me and through me with ease, 

like waves through the water, 

like sounds through the breeze.

I stand and I watch, as I go through the list 

of the things that I want, of the things that I miss, 

of the random desire that went unfulfilled, 

of the pains and regrets, 

of my plans, 

of my dreams, 

of all things that are moving the soul, make you live.

Don’t I love, don’t I yearn, don’t I feel, don’t I bleed?

I do love, I do yearn, I do feel, I do bleed, 

but the reason I stand in the midst of the wind 

is I already have everything.