My breath keeps pace with the wind.
With each sigh
I fall away from myself
and toward something much greater.
Here in the flicker of stars,
I know the passion
of a thousand primal things.
Each scent, every vision
inhabits me
All of life calls to me
filling my senses with delicate cries.
The shroud has been lifted
Distractions melt into margins.
I am the dream
and I am the dreamer.
There is no more wanting.
I am the baby fresh from the womb
and I am the elder soul
who cradles her.
Tonight the stars converge
in unison with the tide
and I know
whether root
or branch,
seed or water
all is one
and I am all.