The “Becoming” of Existence
I don’t know much about poetry, but little songs and melodies spring up in me daily. Here’s one from some time ago:
I am Becoming
I am becoming the echo,
I am becoming the mirror,
I am becoming the reflex,
I am becoming the memory
of your scents, little one.
May the Sun see itself in me
when I look at it and ignite.
May the water see itself in me,
pure as none other.
May the Moon see itself in me,
in the peace of my lagoon.
May the air and a bird see themselves in me.
May the earth see itself in me,
the bearer of this age.
See yourself in me—
What do you see of yourself?
May we simply become flowers,
just by being…
Blooming.
Rereading it takes me back to profound moments of looking into the eyes of others—people and beings alike—where I found qualities that lit up within me as I saw them reflected in them. These qualities don’t belong to me or anyone else; they simply are and find expression through us.
I’m deeply grateful to those who opened up their inner worlds and helped me recognise those living, burning, and potential qualities that came to life in me as well.