I am some of that, conventionally. All of that, mythically. None of that, really
(Geneva)
5/8/20241 min read
Who am I ?
I am a lonely child,
I am a child filled with joy and hope
I am a mother
I am a teacher, a student, a meditator, a friend
I am a traveler, a consultant, a manager
I am a wanderer on the outskirts of town
A princess in the heart of the city
I am an artist, a poet, a dancer
I am a nurse, a healer, an angel
A collector of heart whispers
A speaker of heart desires
I am the light that shines the way
The ground that holds the space
The waves that move in grace
I am the sun, the beginning of today
I am the moon, the end of yesterday
I am the woman who prays
The woman who plays
The woman who kisses you, and holds you in a long embrace
I am the last note, of an unfinished song
I am the first chirp of a bird, at dawn
I am the memory of a dream, contour of a face unknown
Or a deep rusty voice,
That sends waves, tingling waves, to your bones
I am the imagination you try to grasp
That did not last
I am the breath you held mid air
That did not pass
I am the truth you had forgotten
Remembered, at last
I am the shivers in your spine
When the original face surfaces before your eyes
I am the brush held by the divine
Colors, notes, bodies, lines
I am a hot, rising flame,
Fuelled by the dripping heart
I am the anguish in your veins
Waiting to be guided,
awakened,
transformed
Into love with a thousand names
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