It’s been a long time since I’ve written poetry so you’ll have to excuse me.
I AM STILLNESS
My back feels stuff, concrete and unmoving
But even still, I see all.
I feel the wind rushing past me, whispering its call
For me to give chase.
It skips sweetly past my limbs
And down my feet where I find myself
Rooted deeply into the earth.
But even still, I feel all.
I quiver in delight, in fear,
And the world quakes beneath me.
All the emotions in the universe
Burst forth from my fingertips in a
Showering display of glory and color.
But even still, I touch all.
I sleep in the brisk silence, in the cool, crisp of the stormy night.
My children gather round, waiting, saying nothing
Ever vigilant of my wisdom.
Because even still, I know all.
They realize that I am unending,
And that when I turn to ash and
Dust beneath their feet,
They will be dauntless in their cares
Because even still, I AM ALL.
I AM THE WORLD TREE, the axis-mundi itself.
I am the GIVER OF LIFE AND KNOWLEDGE
To my children scattered far and wide
And I am okay with that
Because even still, I LOVE ALL.