In the breath of blustery trees,
the silence of sleeping forests,
the rise and fall of cricket cadences:
I find a unity of being.
A wind from mine own lungs,
I watch it wrap around trunks,
fresh sprouts and paws:
A unity of being.
In the wet caress of Florida
mornings, the sensuous heat
of Arizona sand. In the salt
of desert lands and seas:
I find a Unity of Being.
A melody of pressed lips.
I hear temptations and songs–
of Sirens, of Satyrs, of Harpies:
A Unity of Being.
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