Dancing with the wind.
It’s been a long time
Since I was the dog lying lazily
In the shade of the oak.
It’s been a long time
Since I sat by the dock
And let the waves of the lake
And the gliding of the cormorant
Be my rhythm.
I am all of these
And more
When I accept their invitation.
When I am the buoy on the water,
My thoughts become the clouds
Passing overhead and no longer
Interfere with who I am now.
I am the one observing.
I am one with the observed.
I am that
I am.