For

I
I never
Choose
To write in I

A process happened
And I
Decided to return

You,
Something the world taught me
That wasn't myself

You fixed
The I
That stopped
Speaking
In divine tongue

We
A phrase I learned
Which welcomed the world

Us
A united conscious
Which braved all fronts

Gee
Brilliant
Yet lavished with nothing
Without

Sea

A sea of endless compassion
Filled all
And allowed
Us
To

Be

Like the flowering nature
Of the rose which breaths

Or the small work
Of individual seeds.