C'est La Vie

I have been to a beautiful place…

I have never been there before, but I saw myself everywhere.

In the branching of a birch tree


In the bed of a river


In a stone on the beach


Or the pattern of a feather

(Flight of geese against the sky)


In the meeting of sand


And of water


In the meanderings of bark beetles


And the footprints of a bird


In the shape of a howl


And the wings of a butterfly.


I have always been here.

You will meet me everywhere.

C’est La Vie.