I like to walk through lands inside
Where all my dreams and poems ride
On wings of light and waves of time
Where All-That-Is is all that I'm
Suppose to be creating nigh
Abundant lands, the dappled sky
And all the beings far and wide
Who peopling myself reside
In worlds of strange and wondrous birth
Below, above, and in the Earth
Where all are one for all are me
Yet infinitely they are free
To create world's beyond their own
For I am not a god alone
~July 18, 1991
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