Could it be that I see
myself in your eyes?
Perhaps an old self through an entangled
spider web of past lives?

I take a deep breath,
exhale and let go . . .
That was zen old friend,
this is right tao.

Could it be that I’m a tree,
rooted in the Earth?
A Universal antennae . . .
Beaming spirited messages to thee.

I’m alive, I’m alive
in elemental forces of Nature–wind, air and fire.
Here on the ground.
Learning to live on this Earth . . . Down to the wire.