I was, before...

I was in this world,

before the 'self' awoke.

I was in this world,

manifest in everything.

though I did not pester

the course of the living,

nor hold a breath of air, 

I was in this world.

oddly enough, if I gaze

at a higher level, or

deep in profundities

of creation, and if I 

consider hard and true

a distance, I clearly see

transcendence...

a womb from which

my form took shape,

I see myself budding out

like leaves from a branch

I was wind before 

I became a word, 

a word before a seed, 

a seed before a pupa,

a pupa before an infant.

I was in this world, 

way before I drew 

the first breath...