I am part of the rock
Cleansing winds wash over and through me,
leaving my soul bare and free.
Wildflowers grow through the cracks in my toes –
purple and yellow feathers catching flight in the breeze.
Hummingbird’s song alights upon my leafy ears,
and Brother Sparrow loops and slides before me
as the soft wings of flies flutter against my cheek.
I am the path of the ancients
frown anew through solemn night.
The Sky is my lens, the Earth my pupil.
I am the song of the distance.
The beat of Butterfly’s wing encompasses the whole of my truth –
one drop of spring rain my entire soul.
Where I am, God abides
seed of the Unknown
Being of Becomings
and I am Food for the World.