I Am


The birds are calling 

Every song beckoning 

Every chirp an invitation 

To consider

They do not drift to the past

Or float along the seas to the future 

They exist for this moment alone 

Just this tiny offering 

The sound of my footfall on the dry grass 

The sun as it warms my cheek 

This act of living 

Which requires nothing, not really 

Nothing but an open heart

an empty mind 

Delight in the violet, mauve, indigo berries 

The bee on the branch

A willingness 

to follow 

To be led 

To notice 

Where I am

What I am

Who I am

I am

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