My Physical Mind

My mind is not just thought.

It is energy given shape.

Light that learned how to live inside flesh,

breath carrying memories

from places I have never walked

with this body.

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I feel that my thoughts

are not created,

but remembered.

As if everything I think

already exists

somewhere beyond time.

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My physical awareness

is a temple of nerves and signals,

but my soul does not live there.

It moves through me,

in and out,

like tides in an ocean

I cannot see.

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I feel the future

as a quiet vibration in my chest.

It feels familiar,

as if I have already lived it

in another form.

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Maybe death

is not an ending,

but a returning.

Maybe memories

do not disappear,

but change rooms.

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Sometimes it feels like

my physical body

is the least real part of me,

and my true self

is a field of stillness

that was never born

and will never die.

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I am human now,

but I am also ancient energy.

I am here,

but I remember another “here.”

I breathe,

but something greater

breathes through me.

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My physical mind

is not the limit.

It is the doorway.