(Old yogi in Tibet, 2017)
You, me, us We’re all born as animals Mammals to be precise Helpless in our newness Dependent on others Especially our mothers But at what point Do we become human? Is there a moment of awakening Or is it a gradual becoming? Is it a first breath Or something much more earned? Is it something some of us Never achieve and some somehow lose? Is it a thing or a way of being Or a something only becoming? We take for granted what we are We grant it to others too But what if we are all wrong And human means something new. (9/5/26)
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