I AM

Remember who I am
The earth shaper
The tree birther
The breath behind the wind
The light inside the sun
The giver of cleansing rain and quenching water

I am the Christ
The life giver
The death conqueror
The unconditional lover
The unwavering friend
The all-sufficient one
The archetype of purity

When I choose to remember
I feel you,
How could I not?
I hear you,
How could I not?
I see you,
How could I not?

Always remember who I am
And you will see who you are

The Night is Alive

The moon is pearly white
Like a glowing jelly bean behind the clouds
More that half, but not yet full.
It is bright
Lighting up the sky, clouds, trees
A sky of beauty.
The dark green organic arms
With white bones reaching up
To the unearthly glow,
The velvety darkness,
And the puffy cumuli
Moving, changing,
Dancing with the moon.
The night is alive with movement and sound
The sky dances to the orchestra
Of a thousand insects
Scratches of cicadas
Chirrup of crickets
Silent deadly web-making of spiders
Gentle churning of earthworms.

The night is alive
And it is beautiful