I do not know anything
that you do not already know

If anything
I might be a till
tilling the fertile soil of your soul
A mirror
cleared of the hazy cloud
of the myths and stories
of our time
the ones that do not serve
our highest selves

I do not care what you look like
on the outside
because I see who you ARE
on the inside
That which lives long after
your skin decays
off your bones
and your bones
turn to dust

I see you as legacy
As a story
whose chapters
are crafted
by the artistry of time
dancing with who you are
moment to moment

I see who you are
A profound opportunity
A gorgeous gift
A manifestation of magic

I know who you are
and
I do not know anything
that you do not already know

~ julia butterfly hill,  August 2006