In So Much

Have you never wondered possible, how mind to skin bind?

That in thought we grow flesh, as in flesh we grow mind.

To the limits of your being, in form as thought plans,

is a link in the thinking to the willing dust stand.

Thought born in form but still presence is true,

at a place, in a way, as this thing that is you.

For all that you see and all that you know,

fate liken hope in the seeds we so sow.

There as you are, founded of flesh,

a ventured expression to depths.

Bare sense of your presence,

understand what you are.

A wealth of creation,

of, as and by star.

Learn to see,

learn to be.

I AM.