I Not a verb, not an adjective Not a noun   What is it? Who am I?   A collection Of thoughts Of limbs Of friends Of achievements A heart pumping blood A pair of lungs breathing air A life?   A stroke In the painting of our environment A paragraph In the book of our world A goal In the game of the future A verse In the unending play of the universe.   Take a step Beyond our three dimensions And see Your ideas Your body Your community Your accomplishments Your life?   And realize In this infinite circle of existence that only God can see That none of it matters.   Except Without each stroke What would a painting be? Without each paragraph What would a book be? Without each goal What would a game be? Without each verse What would a play be?   Without my thoughts Who would I be? Without my limbs Who would I be? Without my friends Who would I be? Without my achievements Who would I be?   Without a heart pumping blood Without a pair of lungs breathing air Without life Who would I be?   Take a step Beyond our three dimensions And realize In this infinite circle of existence that only God can see That without each point What would a circle be?