From where I sit

I sit outside to warm my hands in night's blanket.  With each breath I form
a cloud that nuzzles my nose before bidding me adieu, vanishing into the crisp
blackness. I gaze in awe, befuddled, as another cloud dances 'round my rosy
cheeks and slowly wisps away. I can not calculate its random path, so mesmerized
I watch a part of me circle and twist before my sparkling, watery eyes,
entrancing me, soothing me.

With every breath, a part of my soul escapes my lips and blends so peacefully
with this diamond-encrusted brilliance. Countless drops of life, swelling by
tens to the twenty-third power, to become one with that which lacks a beating
heart, yet is limitless in form, ever-changing, ever-moving, ever-coursing a
piece of it back into me.

Brisk, yet not frozen, senses heightened without fright, more aware I become of
the symbiotic dichotomy that is my ivory and its ebony, joined in full circle,
hand and hand. I can not help but look up and smile at this twinkling wonder and
proceed to peel off my down-filled, crinkly, wool shell to
be

    not a concept, nor a profession, nor a mold of others' bounds.

                  Just to be.


 In love with the omnipresent omniscience that is
 harbored within each of us, but unrealized at best.

                            Just to be.