I wrote this poem during my birthday weekend and I want to share it with you. Take it however you take it. For me it was coming from a place of realizing my oneness with the earth, brought on by being in such intense nature, and how we need not limit ourselves and reduce ourselves to some description of who we are.
My life. My story. My journey.
Ownership of an existence.
Who “I am” has taken form
Form was given to me
Yet at my core I never chose
A rigid identity.
A “who I am.”
A concept that has always been
Unattainable to me –
Bodiless, formless, foreign; I morph.
Am I something other than
a body sitting on a rock on the coast of Maine
Staring out at the vastness of the ocean?
Am I not the sea?
Am I not the young girl
smiling at her grandmother;
Just a little bit further!
Am I not the rock she stands on
or the strand of her hair
or the breeze blowing it onto her face?
The seaweed clings to rocks
like we cling to conceptualization, identity;
Is there a way to explain to you who I am?
Can you help explain it to me?
Sitting motionless, empty, filled with space
Seagulls songs of life
Do I not melt and disappear
in the salt ridden air;
Moist, humid, scented with the
Vast ecosystem beneath the body of the earth?
How do I explain this essence of being without falling short?
How will you understand if I speak with no thought?
If I explain with no tangible fact?
Am I not the swaying tips of trees
and the chilled ocean air
that moves through the leaves
and creatures hunkering down for the thunder storm?
Am I not the booming clap of thunder
the shocking spark of lightning
the foreshadow in the first drop of rain on my forehead;
Dripping down to pool on my lips?
If I am in everything and everything is me…
“I” “My” “Me”
The more I fold into this pocket of formlessness;
Inappropriately labeled pathological;
The closer I am to true
I AM, every thing and no thing.
Who are you?