beetle on my nightstand

We can say

we exist.

we can say

to ourselves

that

‘I am’.

this self we believe

we are, where does it

live?

believe me, I have looked

far and wide…

I can only say I see the room before me

where I think I am.

and, then a colorful beetle

landed on my nightstand and looked up

to me and said…

‘I am, too’!

and, I replied…

‘Of course, you are, my

beautiful harmless buzzing friend’.

 

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