The sweet little poem, a mirror reflection of me, dedicated to Papo and Lois. A reminder for you, for me, for us all, in this circling, wondrous, wide world.
“I come to this world to play;
All that I see around me,
it’s all me.
Different expressions of me:
shapes, sizes, ages, colors, genders.
It does not matter how I see—
It’s all me,
full circle,
me.
More or less me,
whatever I see,
all around
is more or less of me.
I see.
It matters not what you can see.
Whatever you see,
it’s all me.”
“Is that what you seek?
You see,
you are a part of me—
It’s all me.”
“I see.
It’s all me,
all around.
I close my eyes and I can see;
It has always been me.
All of it;
Just me.”
And I—
I come to this world to play
and to be what I am:
me.”