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.