This body,
against the rage of strongest winds
and waves of virulent assaults
will endure.
My feet,
through vicious aftershocks
shall grow roots
and when the eye of the storm
has looked me in the eye, I
will be left standing,
alone, intact,
whole.
My life is not my
own and this body,
is only worn.
I am
my spirit, ethereal
incorporeal
absolute.
Not by anything in this world
can I be touched,
you can not even bend me.
How can you destroy me?