How transient can it be?
Like a mere wind that blows hot and today and tomorrow no more.
Like a mere whim of thoughts that flashes and the brain wander in forgetfulness
Like shadows of the self that disappears when the light is puffed off
Like the laughter that goes sore in agony when dissipated with the ocean of worries.
Who am I?
I am the invisible that carries the visible to function.
I am the one yet not to be behold but can only be captured by the spirits - right or wrong.
I beat the chest up and down each minute like a drum that needs daily whip to function.
Who functions without me? Except THE I AM THAT I AM.
Who am I?
I am the one you have freely taken even though mortal have made me not reachable due to silver and gold but the price have been paid in full.
I am not scarce but cannot be contained for too long by mortals.
I can be distorted, removed from the crux of a wanton man and then, within the whisker of the fingers, the thoughts of what I represent, would sit far beyond the earth.
Like the crest and troughs of the rivers, makes it flow to produce patterns of continuity, I am the one who produce the patterns of continuity of what you call life.
I can be refined. I can be preserved. I can be transformed. Only through one source - The Alpha and The Omega. Through the one who brought me to being through Adam the first!
Who am I?
I am YOUR BREATH. Some call me YOUR LIFE. Some call me YOUR SOUL.
I am only safe in the hands of the I AM who has made aforetime.
Why don't hand me back to the I AM?
