Togetherness

I am not my own.
I am a part of the environment.

I am the smoke carried by the wind.
I am the foam on the crest of the wave.
I am the fog coming back ashore in the afternoon.
I am the tree swaying sun or storm.

I am a bird diving.
I am a comet with an unknown trajectory.
I am one of the sounds in the background
somewhere in between the leaves rustling
and perfumes of the blossoms.

The world pulls and I lean.
Reality pushes and I bend.
No friction, no force, no longing.
Here, now and foreverywhere.

Connected without merging,
caring without carrying,
present without absorbing.

I am the braid of the cosmos.
I am the movement of the spheres.
I am the dust in the vortex.

I am the beat that never stops.
I am the breath that fills you.

I am the consciousness that blinks universes.
I am the attention that brings together
matter, time and space.