Nothing Apart

Nothing is apart from me,

The snake that glides across my feet

The hawk that watches from a tree

And from my hand takes proffered meat.

I feel the presence of the trees

The great protectors of the soil

Even the rude Canadian geese

Who all the pristine waters roil.

The bee whose sting is poison-laced

The insect hordes with painful bite,

If to the source of all are traced

Are moments for supreme delight.

Above the silence and the sound

In me both heaven and earth are found.