Kneeling Beneath A Tree

I sought a tree,
and in the shade beneath it's limbs,
I knelt.
I closed my eyes.
I closed my ears.
I closed my mind.
I closed myself to all stimuli.
I tuned my being to those forces within.
I floated on the rapture,
on the experience of knowing,
of believing,
of being whole,
of being one,
of being all.

I was the earth.
I was the sky.
I was the tree,
beneath which I knelt.

I was me.
I was God.
I was cold,
where there is no heat.
I was the emptiness,
where nothing exists.
I was the cosmos,
the particles,
the atoms,
I was infinity!

I was positive,
and negative.
I was emotion,
and pain.
I was life,
I was death.
I...was I.

I am me!
I am alive,
and together,
and complete,
and warm,
and I AM ME!

I am me.
I am I.
I am you.
I am the rain,
that wet's your face,
the sun,
that touches the seed
beneath the ground;
I am the fly,
that buzzes your ear,
I am the water,
dripping from your faucet.

I am me,
believing in a God,
questioning His existance,
laughing at my belief,
and praying,
because I'm afraid He's real.

I am me,
loving as an absolute.
I am me,
totally inept in the act of being.
I am me,
because I'm all I have,
all I can give,
yet less than what's needed.

I am me,
kneeling beneath a tree,
wishing I never had to open my eyes,
my ears,
or my mind,
to the reality of being me,
ever...
again.


written many years ago in those introspective years of growing up and realizing how miniscule one really is...thought it kinda fit the "I am" challenge.  j.