I Become

I Become

In you I become thoughtless, formless
In you moments that make up myself,
the forms, the patterns, the knowing
get pushed aside and
for a moment, I am your every breath,
content to count your heartbeats,
to nod as you nod,
to feel my thirst eased while you drink,
to feel I am your veins,
your roaring blood.

– Bhikshuni Weisbrot.


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