My thoughts are not me.
I am much more than these
I am heart and soul and mind
And relationships
Past and future.
I am the gestault of all that is
And is becoming.
My thoughts are but passing commentary,
Sometimes murderous with rage
Or suicidal with self pity,
But they are not me
Any more than my skin alone is me.
I have these
But I am more my action
I am more my love.
And I would have more lofty thoughts
And kind thoughts
Safe thoughts of wonder and miracle
And joyful thoughts
Fearless in love,
Loving thoughts.
But I would not be these alone either
For I am more than my thoughts
Much more, as you are too.
Meeting as we do,
In infinities.
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