I have only written about two or three poems in my life – I swear. One was for Irene Gustafson right before she died. This is one I wrote while walking along a beautiful river in Thompson Falls, Montana in April. It was a gift to me from Spirit – hope it shows a little bit of me.
My I AM Musings from a River Walk…
I enter the Presence of my I AM
My gentle footsteps along a river path
AM I the sound of the river swirling, bubbling and tumbling over earth’s broken and solid ground?
AM I the thoughts tumbling and bumping in and around my brain?
AM I the breath and air that fills my body, caresses my congested lungs and moves into my blood?
AM I the sight of jagged and scarred mountains so near me I can feel the wind be directed by them?
AM I the smell of the pine needles and pine cones touching my hand? – The pine a part of an adolescent tree that has homesteaded itself in a place with a view.
My I Am changes and moves with every step, like the droplet of water swirling, releasing, flowing and careening its way down its river life.
I AM happy, peaceful and connecting with all that I AM in this Presence.
In this connection I experience all of me.