I am first a seeker
Searching without for so long,
I have now come to seek within.
I am next a spirit.
Captured by human form,
Whispering wisdom so my soul will carry on.
I am almost a butterfly,
Having spent my caterpillar days devouring life,
I settle into chrysalis now, awaiting wings to fly.
I am that which knows itself as one with all that is.
Though some days splintered forms of me
Are scattered by the wind.
I am absent in Holy Presence and present in unholy absence.
I am longing and satisfying.
I am creation and creator.
I am healer and healed.
I am that which I seek but only rarely find.
I am sound.
I am color.
I am movement sometimes huge as a tidal wave,
Sometimes, an infinitesimal shimmer.
I am black as the void,
And more brilliant than the sun.
I am born, and borne, and born again,
And death too represents itself in me.
I am torn and tattered flesh.
Like a weeping willow I bend.
But I hold a truth so solid that I am on the mend.
Life knows its name when I speak it,
For in me, it finds true meaning.
I am, and that I am is enough.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette
Photo by Trudy Gomez
2 thoughts on “December Posting #2”
Yes, you are! xoxo