I am that I am

I am the far-off snow-capped mountain.
I am the deer that runs the winding trail.
I am you that walks through its majestic trees.
I am the whisper you hear in its leaves.
I am you and you are I.


I am the wave you see at the ocean.
I am the tide you see subside.
I am the salty spray you taste upon your lips.
I am the wind you feel through your hair.
I am you and you are I.


I am the sand that tickles you feet.
I am the sea foam that flows ankle high.
I am the sea gull you hear nearby.
I am you and you are I.


I am the person who you are hugging.
I am the hand which you are holding.
I am you and you are I.


I am the passion that comes with surprise.
I am the sigh that comes from inside.
I am you and you are I.

Written by Vossa E. Wysinger
Copyrighted material
1966

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