Breathing

ignorance,
breeds ego
formless, timeless,
turned into a tumultuous storm
first within reach
still attached to the smallest fraction
of the micro part of your extremity
invisible to the naked eye
swept by the wind
masked by oblivion
thrown in your face
standing in front of a mirror
seeing a reflection, its image familiar
what you see is what you get
as long as details don’t change
deja vu, one after the other
shape alters slightly with age
focus on yourself while an extension of I
is wilding, up and about
with a knowledge of space
a recognition of the void,
let for only a millisecond
inhale
exhale
open your eye
it’s calm now
what do you see?