How small are we, how fortunate to see with eyes the dolphin, the stallion, the bee, being what they are and doing what they do.
To hear with ears the wind across the palisades of mountains and the song of the ocean.
To know with flesh the pleasure and pain of the body, lust and hunger, bleeding and burning.
To thirst with spirit for the very earth we walk on, for an open dome of sky or dense canopy of rainforest.
To sacrifice with courage all that we are, and send an invitation to what we might become.
How small are we, how fortunate.
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