i am you are

i am you are

i am the mountain

i am the song

i am the voice of the people

i cloak myself

with the raiment of wisdom

found in Life’s holy wardrobe

of silent observation

we dance to a rhythm

not heard

but felt

in every beating heart

of man and animal alike

i am, you are, we are

the squinting eyes of a child

that looks inquisitively each day

toward that New Day Sun

i am the quiet repose

of a yonder sunset

that lays magnificently

upon our horizon west

as it gently eases each day to sleep

that we all may rest

the birds sing of our presence

which is their melodic present

to you . .  to i

and their young

they know of me

they know of you

i am the smell of the ink

from a Poet’s pen

and our souls smile

in a knowing

as the unspoken verse

of a mysterious wonder

comes back to life

i am the orchestrated symphony

and the song

each of our dreams longs for

i am the “M” in magnificence

and you, i, we are Life’s Holy synonym

found in our “ME”
speak it

for it is an un-refutable truth

i will give unto you the words

as we resonate in impugned rune tunes

with all of creation

together

let us join our voices in chorus

with life

for she become us

as we become her

the chamber music is playing

in each heart

some faintly

some distinct

for i / you are the flute

the lute

the note connected

unto it’s self

reflected in you

i am you are

© 27 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.