“When I Was the Forest” by Meister Eckhart (1260 – 1328)

When I was the stream, 

when I was the forest, 

when I was still the field,

when I was every hoof, foot, fin and wing, 

when I was the sky itself,

no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, 

no one ever wondered 

was there anything I might need,

for there was nothing I could not love.