always

It is
the wave
the wind
the light
the color
that flows
from
through
around
within
spreading high
above
birthing
dying
singing
and laughing
all the while
buried deep
beneath
the ground
the earth
the core
the fire
where
stones move
creatures emerge
solid roots
from ancient trees
catch hold
carry essence
upward to leaf
solid as iron
supple as water
It is
now
and always
It is me
and
it is you.

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