I am everything and nothing
the earthquake
the eye of the storm
I am the erupting volcano and the silence that precedes it
I am the stillness beneath the trees
the chaos of the wind that moves our very core
encapsulating
jarring
opening
receiving
recovering
sheltering
experiencing
within
and with out
a formless form
a being of earth
becoming mineral and attuning to its inexplicable and intricate nature
asked of me, this lifetime
I am every thing
and no thing
I am all that there is
and yet
nothing
at
all
