Here and Here
These people want to know who I am
These children of God
Drunk upon the fruit of ignorance
Want to know where I come from
These pearly dewdrops
That hang precariously from the
Blades of grass. I'm in them.
The lovely fresh orange blossom
Of the spring. I'm in them.
The silent songs of these timeless
rocks. I'm in that.
The age old scent of the
Cedars. I'm in that.
The sweetness that the mother's breast
Bares for the child. I'm in that.
The coyotes howling away their ancient
Sorrows. I'm in that.
Where is there for me to come from
Where is there to go
All has become stillness
As everything that's moving
And unmoving is me.