I am the chair, on which you may choose
the nature of your acceptance.
I am the ocean storm
—the thought my effort is wasted
…but that I – seen.
I am the natural occurrence of color
—its mixing with depiction.
I am the living sand when nearer
a life-giving stream...
I am the color of night exposed,
the light that fills such space,
the space that fields such light.
I am the lines of the horizon,
the first strip of light I cannot see.
I am the feeling of nature
—to that within me:
I am All's—without emotion—solemn solidarity.
I am the sense:...
Those we love we know from what with them we do.
I am the honing in of a moment
...gone with further circumstance
...to what I next say to you.