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...