My Spirit


Do not tend to me, 

For I am untouchable,

I am the Wind, 

the Fire, 

the Earth.

You are Water, 

your ebb and flow

always pushing me 

to you and from you,

but for no longer.


I am the Wind that pushes you

here and there;

the Fire that lifts you up

and disappears you,

the Earth that imbibes you

and makes you breathe.


So do not tend to me,

for although you are Water,

abrasive and beautiful, 

destructive and powerful, 

I am Wind,


and Earth, 

and my Spirit will not be washed away.


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