An Infinite Number of Sunsets

I do not know how old I am, how many lives I’ve lived, or what forms I’ve been.

I am not my skin, I am not my hair, I am not the clothes I wear, nor the body I’m in.

I see, I hear, I feel, I bring, I am many a thing.

I am also shaped by the places I go, the books I read, and the people I meet.

I have endless lessons still before me, the world will continue to teach.

I live what I have learned, I have felt the sting, I know many a thing.

I am love, and I am loved. I get to be the source and the end.

I will walk, I will run, I will enjoy that great big sun.

I might have many lives still before me, much to glean, I see many a thing.

Not least of which, is an infinite number of sunsets.