My body went through the ritual of being a girl: puberty, acne and breasts, even as my soul discovered poetry, literature and the power of truth.
While I dressed up to look pretty, there was always a mad ache within, to move beyond what the eye sees, to be accepted for who I was.
Today, my form implies a woman, yet, my mind is sexless. For don’t we all seek truth, haven’t we all jumped in sheer joy, and isn’t there more to us than what meets the eye?
I am Earth.
I am Life.
Do not give me a name, for I am a soul, sans form, sans boundaries.