Monday, December 5, 2016

I Am

                                              On Mogul





I
am
that
which
cannot be
caged,
tamed,
tried,
understood,
included,
deluded,
or left -
misunderstood.

I am
the fairy tailed children
asleep beneath blankets
on a cool summers eve,
books in palms,
eyes shut tight,
warding off monsters
in closets
underneath the bed.

I am the angelic presence in dreams,
the dark rising depths
present,
in the time between
night and day.

I am
the bleeding hearts
of artists,
music flowing
like manes of thoroughbreds,
strings and violins
concertos and preludes,
the rise and fall
of notes,
the voice of the oppressed
painting alone,
writing alone,
speaking to the masses
standing in front of
sculptures
in galleries
half numb
from having their soul
placed on a
public platter
picked apart
and critiqued.

I am
the constellations
stars,
the ancient raiment
of the majestic
velvet night
coaxing solitude,
creation,
rendering you
sleepless
with desire -

and the great Gods
contemplating existence
tossing magic
and medicine
- electrified -
towards Earth
teaching lessons
        to the mere human soul.        

I am Woman
Man
Child
Mother
Father
Brother
Sister -

I am a lover
loved
loving - 

I am the volcanic
rumblings
of every tired soul
and every smile
and tear - 

I am an argument
and agreement
the birds that berth
in your
crown chakra,
their song
is mine - 

all creatures
earth, dirt, silt,
gems, stones,
twigs and trees - 

every root and crevice,
all footholds and paths,
the falling leaves
- kamikaze -
every rock and shell,
the waves and oceans,
all bodies of water,
feathers, flight,
the bees that buzz
around the new bud,
the hand that guides a sprout
from seed,
the secrets the wind
whispers,
the fierce embrace
of winter,
the warmth upon
your face,
heart,
body,
soul,
and the sweet cool
calming waters
of life - 

I am death

      wild,      
I am
Woman.

Here.
Now. 

I am every element,
all emotions,
every fable told
by firelight,
every word
written,
spoken,
uttered,
screamed,
and sighed - 

the true Goddess,
the wild soul - 

I am that which cannot
be kept
nor set free. 

I exist
without logic,
in rational conscious
thought,
in esoteric
holy
nakedness. 

I am the rich man
and beggar,
the king and the jester - 

I am the grass,
all species,
and the sky,
kaleidoscopes
of spectrums - 

I am good
versus
evil
versus
self
versus
sentience - 

I am a conundrum
unto myself,
a human shell
existing
as pure
ether. 

I am heaven
and hell. 

I am the destroyer
and creator

simultaneous.

© Susan Marie  

Artwork © Daphne and Apollo by Beatriz Martin Vidal


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