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if you have wondered
like I have often,
why my words
have a touch of this
and that;
if you get a feeling
that it isn't 'me',
then you are probably right!

for how can the ocean
not be moved by the rivers
for how can the skies
not be touched by the birds
for how can the earth
not be opened by growing ridges
or the silence of the night
not be emptied by the song in my ears?

I am what I am,
I am what you see,
I am what you hear,
I am what you feel,
because I let Life
move, touch,
open, shape
and empty me.