By: Cristina Santamaría Graff
I measure this moment by breath and blood,
the pause between inhale and exhale
the diastolic heartbeat.
My vitals pulse, squeeze, relax.
A guard dog, senses acute
my hacking up.
A door opens,
consciousness pricking,
momentum guides me through.
Who are you?
What are you?
Why are you?
Beings of light,
colors of the spectrum –
a new identification.
Energy is the language,
Love the vibration,
Empathy the understanding.
No more guessing.
I carry a thousand stars on my back,
their histories, my library.
I am the dream.
No more illusions,
I leave the door open.
EduSpirit 
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