The privilege of swimming in a world I know

In my fingers, in my hips, in my lungs, and in my lips, are all the pieces that I've ever touched, all the people that I've ever played,  all the words I've ever walked.  They are a part of the fabric that continues, to cut through time, in the space in which I move.  What a privilege to be cut of my own, woven of what I have been, endless landscape ahead, with nothing to cross, nothing to knot, nothing to need.