What does it mean to belong to the wind, water and sand

When your body craves its wilderness like some light or food that promises heaven

Heaven it is, indeed, it is

I know it by quenching my thirst by standing on its ancient shores

I am you and you are me eternally bonded like perfectly matched body cells

Like an animal I crawl through heather-fragranced hills sniffing its soft magic as if my last breath

My body relaxes

My senses awake

I know this land is my home