This morning I am
This morning I am the tree outside this window
Then I am this very window itself
I see myself in the puffy clouds today
And hear my own whisper in the wind
When I am the anger in that far argument
And I am all the walling in this summer park
The trees are me, the streets are me
I am the rain and grass and leaves
And in each person, there are my own aspects.
Now, even this rebel mind suspects
That God is me!
by Janice Collins
posted on 2012Scenario