I am mountain

I am budding tree

I am crumbling rock,

Raging river,

Ebb and tide.

I am moon,

I am fading flower,

Eternal dance,

Ephemeral song.

I am spirit hovering over the deep.

I am form and formless.

I am Alpha and Omega,

Beginning and end and

All the nows in between

World without end.

One day this form will pass away, but who I am can never die.

I am the cosmos,

the stuff of stars.

I am life,

the universal Christ in me,

Created in God's image,

part of all creation,

yet never ending,

always existing.

I am that I am.

I am, but though I exist now in this limited body,

I am eternal.

I am connected to the whole of creation.

We are one.

I am the wind.

I am the red-tailed hawk upon the breeze.

I am the awareness.

I am peace, stillness, joy, love.

I am my brothers and sisters and mother and father.

I am my "enemy".

I am all and none.

I am the dash on my gravestone!

I am the space between those etched, but fleeting years.

Knowing this, I am free!

I am that I am, now.

I always am.

Poetry in the fog

Lancaster, UK January 18, 2011.

Sweet hickory smoke wafts my way 

as I wander down a foggy lane, 

reminding me of a beautiful memory

I cannot name. 

The solitary moon and I are nearly 

invisible in this sleepy town. 

No one knows that we are here 

as we quietly wander our hidden paths. 

Song birds chirp, cheering 

the dark places, the lonely places,

the wandering souls like me. 

I wait for the sun to rise and

burn through this fog 

which has clouded my heart.

Can it burn my heart 

to feel once more? 

Oh, to be warmed

by love once again!