By Sam Yau
I stand against the whipping wind.
I don’t want to leave.
I stretch my hands out to catch my balance.
Tremors rumble up from the center of the planet.
Tidal waves made of the
tiniest vibrations wash over me.
My billion cells trance-dance in unison.
Miniscule filaments of energy
deep within me oscillate and throb
like little golden champagne bubbles of joy,
ready to explode and celebrate.
The dancing ocean glitters with silver,
reflecting the moon above.
The space occupied by my body
is now only vibration.
This is the essence of my organs, my metabolism,
my breath, my movements, my existence.
I am rhythm expanding outward.
The whole universe consists of this
majestic, jubilant, life-giving pulsation.
My body sways with the wind.
My feet are planted deep into the earth.
I am an ancient sequoia.
I am in my element.
I am home.
I want to stay here
for eternity.
Painting by Olena Zavakevych