once i thought the land i had loved and known
lay curled in my inmost self musing alone
in the quiet room i unfolded the folded sea
unlocked the forest and the lonely tree
hill and mountain valley beach and stone
all these i said are here and exist in me
but now i know it is i who exist in the land
my inmost self is blown like a grain of sand
along the windy beach and is only free
to wander among the mountains enter the tree