The swirls of colour waiting to become me

I can not see for I am sightless

In time I will become the light that will give me my sight

I can not voice for I am voiceless

In time I will become the voice that will give me my vocalization

I can not smell for I am scentless

In time I will become the incense that will give me my scent

I can not taste for I am tasteless

In time I will become the taste buds that will give me my flavour

I can not touch for I am bodiless

In time I will become the form that will give me my body

I can not feel for I am emotionless

In time I will become the intuition that will give me my emotion

I am not yet an image but I will soon be a vision

I am not yet a sound but I will soon be a song

I am not yet planted but I will soon be a bloom

I am not yet ripened but I will soon be sweet

I am not yet a prize but I will soon be priceless

I am not yet conceived but I will soon be born

I am none of these for I have yet to be even a thought

I am not just going to be one thing but I can be just about everything

Peacefully dormant and veiled to the naked eye

Until a spark of pure energy bursts into existence

A constellation of blue hues dancing a mating ritual

Surging and entwining into a rhythmic kaleidoscope of cosmic birth

I am the swirls of colour waiting to become me