I was born to live poetry.

“When I cry,” said the mountain,

“two streams meet me yonder.”

“Yes, I know,” said the sky,

“And when I laugh,” said the mountain,

“it is the same joy.”

“Two streams?”

“Yes.”

“Which have become my great mirror,”

said the sky.  “Come,

Breathe with me.”

––Henry Dumas, “Ikef 18: Breathe with Me”