I Am the One
I am the landscape, I am the panorama
From me into me, the snakes are slithering
On my stony outspread palm, olive colored toads leap
I am a piece of paradise, inviting you to stray into me.
I am a bright expanse, burning luminosity
I am the dry bushes, brambles and tree stumps
I am the creaking sound of aflame branches
And I am the approaching breeze, still wet with dew.
I am the shudder running through the tender blades of grass
I am a little nest of moths on underside of a nameless leaf
I am the rotten bread crumb, lovingly shared by a tribe of ants
And I am the blue-green sky sliding across the groves and thickets.
I am the sonorous moan of the oars dipping into silence
I am the murmurous ripple disturbing the waves
And in turn obscured by their upturned glitter
Now I am the golden bird that just alighted on your boats prow.
I am the bared sword of an alive sun gleam
I am the hard stubble that ceased to be a cornfield
I am the oozing drop of honey, I am the glinting trail of resin
And I am the tangled spiders web trying to thicken the undergrowth.
I am the white-haired serenity and I am the suckling baby
I am the One you can understand but cannot explain
I am the motionlessness of a long awakened rock
And yet I am no more than a loose end of the Knot.