I am the green man.
I am the powers of All that is, stretching its growing power, its life essence all around you, all over you.
I am the eye of the All seeing – the love from the loft of the sky, the lark twirling and the storms setting.
I am the heart of the sand, the molten earth and the iron fist of the mountains.
I am the growth, the leaving, the light and the dark, I am life spinning its wreath of growth and life around you.
I am the father sky and the mother heart – I am the voice within and the roar without.
I am the slow snail and the snappy fish, the mandrake spinning its magic in earth and the tingling tender chirps of the lark-babies in their nest.
My arms are out-stretched, nourishing, brave and everlasting, ever changing, taking on the ever new forms of the kaleidoscope of life.
I am the turning of the glass, the arms of the clock.
I am your own soft skin and the tenderest emotions.
I am the armpit of the newborn hiding the softest treasures – I am the bristle of the hog shielding against he elements and winds.
And when everything collapses, synthesizes against your heart and tender breast, I am the pen you are holding and the voice you are speaking – I am the silence of your rest and the love of the beholder.
I am all.