Poem: The Am
This poem is an inspirational self reflection of one's innate
vibration. A celebration of the Spirit, the Soul, the gift of God
Who am I?
The question before time
The breath before the breeze
The electromagnetic attraction creating the grain,
Yes, I am
Strong as the hand pushing the universe around the flame.
The lens converging light into the conscious thought
I ride each crest spiraling from the beginning as the come
I AM the universal falling rock,
Seeing all the unseen
Hearing the unheard
My existence is clear as into the next I sail
Forward in time as the tick before tock.
Stealthily slipping through darkness
Breathing silence in unimaginable bliss,
I am the last push from exhale to first breath
The calm the quiet overtaking the storm
The feathery brush painting ecstasy over skin of a beloved’s chest
The vacuum after a slow passionate kiss.
Journeying through time
I exist solely as the thinker and the thought
The ache from exhaustive laughter,
As the sweet voice of gardenias awakening the soul
I realize inside I am the quiver before
The volcanic eruption of life celebrated, adored
The intimate embrace and the trembling after.
Here now alas
Through eyes wide I sift sands to form gleaming pyramids up high
As with breath
Washing memories past ashore
I feel at one
In harmony with the natural rhythm of joy and elation,
Feeling last silent pause before sun split mountain tops
I accept I as the energy within
The pulse of an unending melody
That which creates the tear
All that IS
All that exists in musical vibration.
Thus as onward I flow
As onward I grow
I relax with every advancing achievement of the can,
Herein this moment I say in response I’ve found the answer
I am the answer
The voice inside I
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