I touch the water, feel the sand in the dunes.
Out of breath I tune in, to feel the air,
I disconnect into the one, outside my lair.
Breath gives me sparkle. It grows the branches.
Sparkle becomes the fire. Ignites the touches.
I grow as a tree, a being, omnipresent.
Of knowledge, I tune out.
My leaves are my fruit. A Sage. I share my clout.
