The god speaks

I don’t cage my bird,
I don’t clip its wings.
 
I am the sky,
all of it.
You are the breeze,
you are the joy
of the breeze.
You are the leap,
you are the freedom
of the leap.
 
Together,
we are the universe
folded in a mote of dust,
inseparable
in all the atoms
in all the motes
in all of space and time.