Emerging where the rivers were
I leave the valley under me,
clouds and lungs together now,
filling alike in freedom,
fingers and twigs alike
touching wind.
Where I am the mountain is:
one standing.
Left and right the dark rocks:
one stone.
Water falling clear between:
one light,
one ray open above,
through to beneath.
Where are the trees?
here where I am,
standing with me in one,
one in the wideness of wind.
--Lloyd Haft