I project myself into a leaf
walk its verdant cells
swim its veins
smell its spring fragrance

I choose not be become
the leaf though shape-shifting
is a possibility
but rather today
I am an explorer of passageways
of glorious greens
masked sunbeams
cast shades of green lights and shadows
and I find God
as always the Matrix of All.

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