My analytic mind
can not define
that which is truly you.
You may take my body
break down the parts
weld them back together
but you will never find me.
I am an engine
of ever-burning fuel
I am a howling wind
unseen and out of reach.
I was not created
by any understanding on earth
and thus can not be destroyed
by anything we know.
I am finite and infinite
vulnerable and invincible
I can only be touched
by the soft hands and sharp nails
of love.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
My analytic mind
can not define
that which is truly you.
You may take my body
break down the parts
weld them back together
but you will never find me.
I am an engine
of ever-burning fuel
I am a howling wind
unseen and out of reach.
I was not created
by any understanding on earth
and thus can not be destroyed
by anything we know.
I am finite and infinite
vulnerable and invincible
I can only be touched
by the soft hands and sharp nails
of love.
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