I am the bird
Out of air
Still soar­ing
I am the wind
bend­ing starlight
before it twin­kles
In your eyes
I am the ground
Cos­mos my mother
I pull you to my breast
as bare, feet walk
You upon the uni­verse
I am the moun­tain
Beck­on­ing desire
Lift the will­ing
Reveal the view
I am the brain
Beyond its bone
I am real­ity
See­ing unknown

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