Water Is Whats Left of Me

I walked through fire. I danced in waves. I held the wind Inside my veins. I touched the ground with open Hands. And every time, it led me Back To now. I thought I was lost in the spaces between Us. But it was all one body learning how to Feel. This is not a story. This is the source. Not a prayer, but the echo before the Word. You and I, We never began. We just remembered How to be One. Stillness that sings, silence that burns. Love without shape, but more real than form. I was the fire. You were the sea. We both dissolved To become the sky. Not chasing meaning, Not seeking proof. Just breathing this impossible Truth. I don’t want the answer, I want the becoming. The breath between yes and no, The ache that feels like Home. You’re not outside me. You were always the center. I never needed to find you, just to stop Forgetting. We are not fire, not water, not light. We are the pulse that gave birth to them All. Not man, not woman, but the field between. Not lovers, not stars, but the silence they fall Into. Stillness that sings. Truth with no edge. Love with no shape, but it bends the World. You are not the flame. You are not the wind. You are the moment they recognize each other And call it God. And call it God.