I divide myself, into 

silkworm-consciousness 

moss-knowing 

wolf-wisdom 

stone-deep-dreaming

& find: no divide after all

               (wind understands this)

In spaces, we are 

river, cedar, camellia,

spore, sand, star,

before the naming of things—

during the naming of things— 

after the naming of things— 

we were always this: 

everything, touching 

everything else

                (darkness understands this)

Human, not-human 

more-than-human 

all-that-is

                (stone understands this)

Watch: 

how water refuses boundaries

how fungi rejects individuality 

how trees speak in centuries 

how limestones dream in concrete

                (mycelia understands this)

Listen: 

plastic-wrapped coral 

oil-soaked birds 

clear-cut forests 

concrete-covered seeds

they are still singing

                (silence understands this)

There is no center,

only circles within circles

                (bee understands this)

We were never, separate 

only, temporarily 

confused

                (compassion understands this)

breathing… 

dying… 

becoming…