Om

My voice is older than your species.

I speak in a tongue without words.

You can hear me in the rushes of water,

in the fluttering of leaves, in the geologic

silence of the desert heat. I speak and

I wait. I listen and sit, waiting for the 

epochs to pass. Omniscient. I am no god.

I am everything. I am nothing. 

I pervade all. I am all. I can feel

the beating of the deers heart.

I can feel your lungs rising and falling.

I feel the bee landing on the yellow petal.

We are. Yes, we are. 

Body. Organs. Cells.

Separate. United. Whole.