I saw a man breathe in and out,
three time I heard a distant shout.
I saw myself both near and far,
at first the moon, and then a star.
I washed up on my sand one night,
then out to sea beyond its sight.
I moved and I went out of me,
I moved and washed back into me.
Every distance makes a mark,
between me in my inner dark.
What I am comes back to me,
from places where I soon will be.
In the whisper of my being,
everything is in my seeing.
In the movement of decision,
lies the future and the vision.
What goes out comes back in me,
and changes what I thought I'd be.