Song of Myself: The Eternal Journey

 Song of Myself


I am the wind that whispers through the trees,
A wanderer, free as the ocean's breeze.
In the deepest night, and in the brightest morn,
I stand alone, but am never forlorn.


I am the river that carves through the land,
The mountains that rise at the touch of my hand.


I am the star that twinkles above,
The embodiment of all things I love.

I am the poem, I am the song,
The rhythm of life where I belong.
I sing to the world, I sing to the sky,
For all that is living, I lift high.


In the flesh, I am whole, I am soul,
Woven together, making me whole.
I do not seek answers, for I am the key,
To unlock the mysteries that are me.


I am the silence that echoes loud,
The dreamer who dares to stand proud.
In the quiet, I am a song unsung,
In the noise, I am the bell that’s rung.


I am the dust, I am the bloom,
The darkness, the light, the endless room.
I am the whisper and the loud cry,
The fleeting moments, as they pass by.


I am the laugh, I am the tear,
The joy and sorrow, far and near.
I am the hope and the despair,
The love that lives within the air.


I am the road that stretches long,
The footsteps of the weak and strong.
I am the question, I am the truth,
The wisdom of the ancient youth.


I am the truth you seek and find,
The lost answers within your mind.
I am the change you wish to see,
For I am the future, the past, and the "me."


I am the air you breathe each day,
The soil beneath where you lay.
I am the fire that fuels your heart,
The art that makes your soul depart.


I am the seed that starts to grow,
The fruit that blooms in the sun’s glow.
I am the storm, the calm, the rain,
The joy, the sorrow, the bliss, the pain.


I am the ocean, the moonlit tide,
The journey that cannot be denied.
I am the compass, I am the map,
Leading you onward, closing no gap.


I am the shadow, the light, the dark,
The eternal flame, the smallest spark.
I am the change that spins the wheel,
The dreamer’s fate, the world’s appeal.


I am the laugh of children fair,
The truth in moments that we share.
I am the path that winds and bends,
I am the means that make the ends.


I am the fire in the night,
The glow of stars, burning bright.
I am the one who sings to you,
The silent voice that speaks the truth.


I am the life that waits inside,
The love that flows, the tears you hide.
I am the light in the endless dark,
I am the pulse that leaves a mark.


I am the rain, the snow, the breeze,
I am the spirit of the trees.
I am the love that fills the air,
The gentle touch, the constant care.


I am the call, I am the cry,
The moments that pass and never die.
I am the soul that flies on wings,
The pulse of life that always sings.


I am the vastness of the sky,
The questions that you ask, “Why?”
I am the answer that you seek,
In every word, in every peak.


I am the joy that fills your heart,
The wisdom that is set apart.
I am the strength that you will find,
The courage that lives in your mind.


I am the one who shows the way,
The promise that never fades away.
I am the spirit, the heart, the soul,
The eternity that makes you whole.


I am the hope that drives your dreams,
The force that powers all things.
I am the silence in the storm,
The light that keeps you warm.


I am the soul that walks this earth,
The measure of your worth.
I am the story yet to be told,
The beauty that will never grow old.


I am the sound of the wind that calls,
The echo that rises and falls.
I am the heart that beats inside,
The force that cannot be denied.


I am the fire, I am the flame,
The warmth that calls your name.
I am the voice that speaks in rhyme,
The song that plays through all time.


In every breath, in every cry,
I am the answer, I am the why.
I am the rhythm, the song, the dance,
The essence of life’s great trance.


I am the soil, the earth, the seed,
The answer to every need.
I am the truth, the lies, the dream,
The pulse of all, the life supreme.


For in me, all things converge,
In me, all things emerge.
I am the birth, the death, the life,
The joy, the sorrow, the peace, the strife.


I am the journey that never ends,
The path that winds and bends.
I am the story, the song, the rhyme,
The pulse of the universe, the rhythm of time.


I am the light, the dark, the space,
The passage of every race.
I am the question, the answer, the key,
The very soul of you, and me.


In every step, in every sound,
I am the truth that’s found.
I am the life, the love, the birth,
The essence of this fleeting earth.


I am the wind, the rain, the sun,
The sound of the world, the rhythm begun.
I am the soul that dances free,
The voice of life, the song of me.


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