i dont belive that noone cares who you are.. Here's mine:
I am the light in the darkest night
I am a river I am the sky
I am a rock and I am short
And I dont care at all
I am a wave that leads to the shore
I am a bottle full of holes
I am a tiger with broken bones
I am shy and I am not
I am brave and I'm abnormal
I'm always me I'm never formal
I am a tree ready to give
I am the sun I am the sea
I am my place I am my dreams
I am the air that brings you peace
I'm ordinary and I am special
I am a voice I am a treasure
I am sweet and I am gypsy
I am a song with strange lyrics
I'm in my world I'm at your door
If you dont open you 'll never know.
Loretta... unfortunately we didn't have "I am" poems in your program... yes, they're amazing... you can create your own... it is real simple... "self expression" ... they don't have to rhyme, but some do... they're just a powerful place to stand in who you are now... someday soon, I hope, you'll get to come back and see the beautiful master's I AM poem... that is... Dominique... amazing lady...
I am happy… I am sad…
I am kind, I am mean, I am everything in between
I am fact, I am story, I am love and fear
I am far, I am near, I am between your ears
I am a thought, I am a word, I am serious and absurd
I am present and past, I am slow and fast
I am possibility. I am future.
I am the breath and the sound
I am lost and found
I am the here and now
i am the way...i am the light...
i am the dark inside the night..
i hear your hopes..i feel your dreams ..
and in the dark i hear your screams..
dont turn away..just take my hand..And when you make your final stand
i'll be right there i'll neve leave..
all i ask of you i believe..
its on my profile..savatage-believe <3
this isnt my I AM poem..one's coming up soon though=p
I love this thread - thanks to you all who are sharing…
OK – here is a snippet as I wait for Moses to wake up from his nap, the snow falling and the cold outside is frosting my windows…these poems are a instant creation for me – as Dominique instructed us they are ever-changing – based on the reality of your life in the here and now, where and when – influenced by your newly-created past and constantly evolving future and present…
Today I AM marching…standing and representing for a man dear to anyone who has walked a conscious path…he is a land of aspiration for me as I AM working and striving and forgetting and loving and rejecting and trumpeting and hoping to be a representation of our matching ideals…
and yet…
I AM usually sure that I AM not...who's to say? I know this though: when i can give over grinding myself and my self-battered idealism and let the slap-handed reality of life take a back seat for just a moment or two or t w o
h u n d r e d,
then I AM able to take my self-described ineffectual living and give grace to the blessings that overcome my yearning to get it right long enough to be slammed by the instant overwhelm of who I AM with or where I AM at or what I AM seeing, feeling, being, discovering, loving...I AM knocked out by the sharpness of those gifted vessels wherein I can place all my critiques and see the space that holds them, nullifying the wrongs and the undones...a true blessing I AM always forgetting yet can get set right the instant I choose to look for it...
I will walk now...baby-bundled for the cold, and we will immerse ourselves in looking for this grace blessing, and practice not forgetting...