Am I Human?

the wind has carved
me from a stone
hollowed me
like a reed

so I sleep 
on cedar boughs
watch 
the northern lights

I am powerless
there is only now
no push
no resistance 
this living sutra

beauty is in simple things
beyond my control
far from the world 
but in it

I do not know 
if I am human
or I am the wind singing
or Jonah
inside the blue whale