story by Ineke Vandoorn

I live in a meadow
My life is so green
That it spills its juice
While chewing on daily matters

When I’m in a good mood
I might polkadot my universe
With yellow buttercups
Or dress up the clouds
With a golden lining

My story is told by the river
My song is sung by the birds
And whenever the wind comes by
I make sure that he takes on my message
Tuning it to the sound of its voice
I am Here
Here I am
Am I
I’m a word
A single word
Being nothing
Being I am here now
Being that

I am here, I am there, always, never, where I am not and yet
I am here, I am there, always, never, where I am not, yet I am

Here
Here you are
Are you
You’re a word
A single word
Being nothing
Being I am here now
Being that

I am here, I am there, always, never, where I am not and yet
I am here, I am there, always, never, where I am not yet I am
Here
Here it is
Is it
It’s a word
A single word
Being nothing
Being I am here now
Being that