I am sitting on a precipice
looking at an expanse,
that blows the mind;
where shadows play among the colors and bold shapes transform
in a blink of the eye.
A seemingly small trickle of water
glides along undeterred,
carving it's own way.

Birds fly like they are painting on canvas
while the wind blows it dry.
The occasional caw and howl,
mix with a harmonious blend of sound, surround and comfort the senses;
all while I sit here,
on canyon edge,
overwhelmed by the marvels of it all.

Who am I?
The me from inside, looking out?
Or the me on the outside I'm within?
Is it I who feels?
Is it I who sees?
Am I this body,
   or am I it's guest?
Are we separate,
   or inseparably one?

Who am I?
I am that body,
   which is visible when I look out.
Separate yet still the same.
I sense, I feel, I see.
I am also water, land, and air,
  plant and animal,
  the seen and the unseen.
I am You.
There are no limits, for who I am.

Who am I?
I am me,
just like you,
connected with all.

All alone
   by myself
   I dream;
   dream of the past
   and of times to come.
Alone
   by myself
   I listen;
   listen to my thoughts
   and feelings.
Alone
   by myself
   I laugh and I smile;
   laugh and smile as I look back on those
   crazy and wonderful times of the past.
Alone
   by myself
   I cry;
   cry for I am sad to see those times pass
   so quickly.
But then I dream
   All alone
   by myself
   I dream;
I dream of the many wonderful times ahead and how lucky I've been to have
lived those times of the past.

I am not my body. I am borrowing this life, floating within.