<div><strong>What is this "I?" How is it that "I" am aware and know that "I" exist?</strong></div>
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<div>This contemplative poem is a musing if you will of such a question.</div>
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<div>I am the wind, the waves, the sea
The dust blowing all around thee
I am the bird singing, your ear ringing
The leaves that wither, the snakes that slither
I am the bike your ride, the spokes that glide
The bitterness, pain, the darkness, rain
I am the flute’s gentle cry the tear in your eye
Everything, nothing all wrapped in one
Thunder lighting the boom of a shot-gun
I am the weed, the orchid, a pile of trash
The diaper absorbing the cream on the rash
I am mountains, valleys, plains the hills
The black circles under your eyes your lovely pain pills
I am the beating heart the blanket covering your skin
I am noble, the gentle glowing in the old man’s grin
I am furry, the anger all hidden in pain
The kindness of a stranger who looks insane
I am a warm summer kiss, the grief of loss
I am the dentist recommending dental floss
I am what you hold, what you cannot touch
The artist's brush, the rush of a new-found crush
What you’ve hidden is never hidden you see
I am the darkest thought you hide from me
I am apples, butter, things full of spice
The mating of animals sounding in the night
I am slippery, sticky, starch, the pie
I am the apple of your daddy’s eye
I am not that, but this, not here, but now
the warm cream flowing fresh from the cow
I am the heat, the cold, the winter, the frost
The cold stare of pain hidden in loss
Nothing to touch and no thing to see
The ability to know what it is to be free</div>
<div>The i you see from, sees from the I, I Am.
An I for an i is the end of sin.</div>
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“The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.”
― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/73092.Meister_Eckhart">Meister Eckhart</a>

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