I am the Game, my soul rides

There are no words vast enough
to hold what I feel—
when my senses seek you in the shadows,
when my eyes reach into the dark,
when the heart aches
with no shape to pour itself into.

Sometimes—only sometimes—
no language can carve or sculpt
what I long to say.

There are timelines that run parallel,
like old dreams relived,
or messages sent from the summit of sleep.
I walk, blindfolded,
wrapped in the warmth of the deer
that steps gently over jasmine fields,
leading me to your body, my beloved.

Today I feel a quiet inspiration
to meet the hidden parts of me,
the ones emerging softly—
sky-blue steps,
velvet touches unfolding along my skin.

And so I’ve chosen to dwell in myself,
to pulse gently,
to become an organic rhythm
of growth without rush—
calm, harmonious,
full of love.

At times, this inhabiting feels hard,
somewhat beyond understanding.
But simply watching it,
without urgency,
gives it form—even when it resists all shape.

How do I pursue my dreams
without having to run?
How do I come to know my body
without enduring storms,
without falling into extremes,
without needing others
to feel alive?

Step by step,
I walk a path that grows clearer,
more serene,
more mine.

I remain a mystery,
an adventure with no end.
I am the most thrilling game
I have ever played.
So many things live in me,
and still,
I am always—
somehow—myself.

I no longer fear the shadows I left behind.
Those rigid, haunted sculptures
are now bathed in warm colors
and open expressions.

Today, I ride the sea
beneath a vast horizon
painted in gold, silver, and bronze—
not as ranks,
but as steps I ascend
with each heartbeat,
in this sublime journey.

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