Do not establish anything in relation to yourself. Pass quickly, as something that does not exist, and be as quiet as purity. Those who win lose. Do not anticipate others, always follow them.

You are
breath and life.

Naive before you,
I was raw,
and broken.
Waiting to be me.

Yet,
if we reincarnate, do we join anew?
For regardless of its days
a single life does not suffice.
It taunts me with its brevity,
mocks me to humility.

So I think of you,
and wonder at your being:

Action without performance;
affection lacking attachment;
independence without solitude;
Love absent submission.

Respect only just defines
your meaning to me,
inadequate as
I am ignorant to an other.

So,
where else do I begin
if the end is absolute?