A Step of Life


In the wilderness of endless graze,
I see how small I have been.
Not above the earth or sky,
but a fragment in the wheel of time,
a step belonging to the order of all things.

In the savanna filled with grass,
I seek myself beyond my eyes.
The truer self is not this body,
but the breath that stirs in all—
I am the wild, and the wild is me.

Everywhere I look, Mother Nature,
woven threads of leaf and lion.
Who am I to worry for myself?
I am only a strand in the vast fabric,
a hum of life that sings in chorus.

Life hides beyond my sight,
its “why” veiled in silence.
All I know: the journey is brief,
a step aside on a winding road—
yet in this fleeting moment, I am alive.


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