The Poetry of who I AM: For those seeking to know themselves.

At the beginning of our lives, whenever that really is, we do not choose, we assimilate, we learn, we copy and we are conditioned to "perform" to someone else's standard. We are trained to fit into the family, the tribe, community.

As time goes on we forget where we came from and soon we are totally inundated with information, insulated, in a way, from who we really are, until one day we get so far away from what we intrinsically and inherently know of or about ourselves that we must be called back to that sense of real identity. This is the poetic view of one mans journey from and to home to date.

I had two reasons for writing this here. 1) Because I was inspired to meaningfully express the calling of my heart and 2) the honest, albeit it admittedly egotistical, the hope that someone here in "radio land" might be standing on the precipice waiting to jump into the most phenomenal voyage of their life. They needed exactly what this hub had to offer to convince themselves they needed to step off the cliff of this realm and into one made (or dreamed) perfectly for them. I hope this helps you see fulfillment right around the corner! Please let me know how you land!

Who am I?

Am I not the same strain as I was a millennia ago?

Am I not impeccably resilient energy manifesting expansion and love?

Perhaps…and Am I not the same now as I was then?

Who was I when I was new, and when did I come to know me?

Who was I when what I knew was new to me, seldom seen as wisdom?

And Am I not something more than dust and water forever bound to this plane?

Or has my imagination had its way with me?

Funny, isn’t it, that I can be anyone I want to be

and all I want to be is me, you see?

There seems to me quite often to be a thirst of humanity

to be something other than itself.

Do animals long to be other than what they are?

So why then isn’t being who I Am good enough for me?

Why does the who I AM struggle with the me I desire to be?

It’s plain to see in every human’s tree there’s a me strung out on a limb,

And the further out on the limb I go the further away from me I Am.

I’ve heard it said that knowing yourself is critical to who you’ll become

So, I wonder sometimes if I’m an original or just a carbon copy

Is what I am a portrait of the real me or Am I a duplicate of all the other me’s I’ve been before?

"So what," I say, can’t the me I am be the me I want to be

when the moment arrives that I really do become the who it is I AM?

The Shadow knows!

This all reminds me to ask myself, who’s in here with me anyway?

As I live this life of flesh and bones I often pause to ponder,

Is the appearance of me identical to the me I think I am?

When I say "I" – who is it? Who is this I - and what does it want with me?

What character does "I" possess that the me I think I am doesn’t know about?

Okay, so I’m now so deep I begin to drown in the cesspool of broken identity

when all I really wanted to know is - who AM I?

It dawned on me as I was thinking to myself about who I am…or was,

that all this thought about who I am was so unnecessary to discover me.

The only requirement I have to fulfill is one we all can learn.

The power is mine and so it is, with intention, I choose to yearn

To allow the me I think I am to live with the me I’ll be,

To encourage them to coexist in peace and harmony,

To accept them unreserved, both loved unconditionally.

"With all this said I can honestly say that a weight is removed from my shoulder.

There’s a paradox in living this life, we learn as we all grow older

the price to be paid to know ones self is costly as you’ll see

But take the chance and make choice for your truth will set you free!" - B. Stuart Noll

_{Peace be with you my friends with joy, happiness and love!}