Open big, to the canyon of thought
Embrace the skies surrounding, in ought
Then feel, in the expanse of just being,
and breathe . . .
Inhale the moment of life
in all, even in strife
Yes, it’s an infinite wisdom
knowing you . . .

You,
Who stands for whom?
Is,
and has stood,
even before a wonder’s beginning
Unfolding,
before the earth even shattered
You mattered!

You, between the grooves and crevices,
who in your own right
belong,
But not only in just being.
Then guesses . . .
as when asking, "Can you feel me?"
"Can I be felt?",
In wondering, always thinking, asking again . . .

"Will I be stood over, as if being looked at,
in awe, or in pity?"
Then you . . . you seem alone,
when compared to the vast . . .
You,
you are small
and then you ask, yourself,
to yourself,

" Do I just muse against this huge occurrence called existence . . . ?"
Well, I say now, I am you,
I feel you!
Your nature is in man,
and is into . . .
And then a reign fell down on me,
with you . . .

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten