I Am

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. 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, the stars, the ancient raiment of the majestic velvet night, coaxing solitude, and creation, rendering you sleepless with desire. The great God 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 birth 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 waving branches pregnant with leaves. 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 From "Shahada" --> https://www.amazon.com/Shahada-Susan-Marie/dp/1975992024/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8