LIKE SAND BETWEEN MY FINGERS

I feel the time of aeons
rushing through my flesh and bones.

I feel the span of millenniums
circulating through my cells.

I feel as if my age could be counted
in hundreds of centuries today.

I can feel the sound of wolf's cry
running through my veins.

I can feel the winds from the ancient forests
whistling through my hair.

All shapes and forms of all existences
are flowing through my senses.

Everything that there ever was
is living and breathing right in this very instant.

Time is slipping while standing still
and we now breathe and cry and howl as one.