I'd heard it all before.
I'd read it a dozen times over.
But today, the sun beating down
on wind blown leaves
and the side of my face,
I heard it for the first time.
'Your thoughts do not define you.'
From a dissolving centre of vibrating nothing
came a victorious silence.
The leaves dashed back and forth
the sun's rays merged into my skin,
the top of my head burned with
the certainty of a too full egg.
So there it was.
The centre that held no form
and the me that dissolved
for the sword of truth along my spine.
Photo: Albert Vila