I remember clearly this
certain moment of
becoming.

When the world broke to
separate distinctions,

And the pride of being
more filled a false
sense of being.

I believed in my self so
strongly then...such power in the
sudden awakening of a
life above surroundings.

Now years have fallen.

The moment stands vivid in
the fright of what
seems lost.

Once I was part of something
larger than myself.

Once I was whole...and
broke apart.

I remember
now,

And longing to return...I
give myself away.

Becoming...no more.