Am I the volcano
or is the volcano me?
I am the Spirit
longing to be free.
Am I the animal
or is the animal me?
Or am I the branches
of a tree?
Leaves of orange and gold
then to brown,
falling down to the ground;
to make room for rebirth.
Am I intelligence?
For intelligence is in me
in the mind of the Spirit
longing to be free.
Is it my skin
or is my skin me?
That traps my Spirit
whom you can not see.
Am I society?
or is society me?
Does not my blood return
to earth, eventually?
Does not my flesh
return to the earth?
Am I the earth
or is the earth me?
Am I the only one
or can you too see?
Is it my skin?
Does it belong to me?
Is it my ocean
to use carellessly?
Is it my earth
or is the earth me?
I think I should tread
on it lightly.