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