By faith I contain mountains
swallowing myself into something greater
than myself. I become a mystery, at once
both dead and alive and
disappearing into the sun.
I am not I, but another
movement like the wind or a child
near its mother, at peace because it is.
I will because I am, not in struggle
to become the perfect selfless within
and without.
I am contained by mountains
and thrown into the sea
where I drown, seed like, always growing simply
because I am not, but by faith I am he.
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