Walkabout 2002 – Who Am I? Defining Myself

I am the wind,
The force of nature that rules all in its wake.
The slight, gentle breeze that plays on your neck and tickles you till you laugh.
The force that fills the sails of those wishing to go somewhere.
That which turns the turbines of the windmills, creating power and all that comes with it.
The force against which you must struggle to prove that you really want to get where you’re going.
The warm breeze that cools you on a hot day.

I am the sun,
The warmth of bright radiance that enlightens all.
The heat of pounding scrutiny,
The intensity of light, reflected from every direction,
The energy of growth that brings life from dormancy,
The distant, untouchable, glowing orb of beauty and fame,
But known by none.

I am the water,
Deep and impenetrable,
Warm and inviting,
Floating you toward certain destruction on the rocks.
Fickle and demanding,
Drawing you in and keeping you in my belly
For all eternity.

I am the storm,
Rocking you from your everyday apathy,
Sending you running for shelter.
Awesome in my power
And display of dramatics.

I am Mother Earth,
Rooted and grounded.
Practical by nature, instinctively aware of the world around me.
Wild and untamable,
Nurturing, accepting, providing.
Subject to the whims of humanity and its abuses;
But knowing I will outlast it all

I am the fire,
Burning away that which is no longer needed.
Clarifying, clearing, making way for new growth.
Destroying the old, worn out and no longer useful.
Warming the night with the heat from my consumption.
Giving light in the darkness,
Protection from the cold,
And comfort from fears.

I am all of this, and none of it.
I am more than I can imagine
And less than I am sure of.
I am discovery, and hiding,
Secrets, and stories,
Jewels and mundanities.
I am courage and fear,
Light and dark,
Good and evil,
Masculine and feminine,
Both sides of all coins and more.
And less.
I am me.

(Update 2013 – Much of this still applies and some of it doesn’t anymore.  It’s interesting to note the shift and clarification that came in time.  You can see some progress when you compare this to a poem I wrote a couple of years later introducing myself to the slam poetry community.  It’s called I’d Like To Ask An Inappropriate Question.)


*  This is part of an ongoing series of posts detailing what happened on a spiritual pilgrimage that I took in 2002.  To start from the beginning, go to July 2, 2013.  To see the entire spiritual journey as it gets published, click on the category “You Want Me To Do WHAT?!!?” to see all of the posts.  


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