No one asks the rocks

No one asks the rocks, the rivers, the trees to prove themselves; No one expects more of the worms, the salmon, the bear to be anything other than themselves; No one reconsiders the sky, the ocean, the mountains; Not one thing reveals more truth more than the act of existing and joyfully excepting that existence for every moment one's consciousness permits. 

As a person who knows where I fit

As a person who knows where I fit in but not how, every revelation I've made along the way has eroded me.