as far as she
shines
flyeth she
till a wall
wherein she’ll penetrate
curiously and see
behind
to the next wall
how she might
despair
fantasizing
great flocks
of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
ever confusing
and reidentifying
I’m born
I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
during
and after
me
(suppos’dly)
but
of myself a part
has always been
I
of Everything
or is Everything
Me?
for Now
…perhaps
loujen haxm'Yor 
How sweet and evocative. Hopefully she’ll find the answer in a happy place soon.
From a “philosophical” conversation with a friend many years ago.
Art
Love this!
Many thanks for your visit, folks. Have a good one.
Art
Brilliant storytelling and poetry! It is really amazing that you are so deeply immersed in your thoughts and imagination that you can write about it in such an amazing way ❤️
Art, I wish you all the best!
Rosie from Germany
Many thanx for your lovely comment, Rosie.
Art– from Spring Valley, California