Early morning light is rousing the colors of nature. It angles down the hillside warming the tallest trees first.
These tall trees stand as a promise to their companions. How could something so wonderful happen every day?
 
 
 

I see it in her eyes.
A look that reminds my soul of the way.
Magnificent Being; being magnificent.
I feel your presence assume.
Icon of power; turn and look at me.
My ego slips away.
My ability to see only shows my blindness.
My knowledge realizes my ignorance.
You are wild because the Khutzeymateen is wild.
You are living because the Khutzeymateen lives.
You are present because the Khutzeymateen is present.
You are the Khutzeymateen.
You are.

Then what am I?
Where am I?

It comes to me. This can change.
I’m not lost yet.

My confinement ends now!
You, like those tallest of trees stand as my promise.