Whoever Breathes, Breathes The World Entire

Be a cloud, they said.
So now, you fly across the sky.
Wherever the wind takes you.

Be a snowflake, they said.
So now you melt.
At the slightest hint of warmth.

Be a raindrop, they said.
So now you, alone, fall.
And when you hit the ground, you disappear.

Be a mountain, they said.
So now you stand, in silence.
And, witness the eagles soar. Hear the men cry.

Tomorrow, they will tell you, to be a rainbow.
They will tell you to spread yourself across two ponds.
A pot of gold, a sack of colors, a bag of happy.

Then, on the third day from today.
And between the third from then.
They will tell you to be a storm.
A star, a fruit and a piece of clay.

And each of these days,
you will be each of these things they tell you to be.
Like you have always been.

Because on the day when you’ll be yourself.
On the second day from today.
You’ll be all of these things, all at once.

A silent snowflake, a bag of clouds.
A sweet star, a lonely mountain.
For you’re the universe. And the universe is you.
A gentle random mess, the right kind of wrong.