Pearly dark storm clouds roll out of the west covering the sky, shading the sun. I am one with the moving cloud banks.
Trees and leafy bushes dip and dance in the afternoon breeze. I am one with the swaying branches.
Robin sings an insistent song. I am one with the singer and the song.
Bird shadow passes over the dappled green earth. I am one with the gliding darkness.
Tiny ants march in formation carrying heavy burdens. I am one with their purpose.
From my vantage point I see all. Like a spider in a web, I feel the vibrations of all that occurs.