Friday, February 11, 2011

A HIGH POEM


  THE ORIGINAL
I AM 
always looking for 
an original
like myself..
a snowflake of unique design, 
an intelligence unlike any other, 
that explains it’s understanding of the universe
in it’s own languaging;
a version like no other
though she may stand upon 
the shoulders of her ancestors
who wandered the same wonderland
searching for their lost joy,
she alone has trod her own unique path
to that God of her own understanding..
I AM 
growing into my own truth
after sixty years of searching 
outside myself
for my self,
Life has a twisted sense of humor,
irony plays the perfect game of hide and seek..
Boo!
I can not be frightened any more
for i know exactly who 
I AM
Startled?  Yes! 
startled by the phenomenal
unfolding miraculous mysterious wonder
of miracles 
perpetually giving birth to more miracles, 
engulfing my every sense
moment after sacred moment..
I AM
in eternal awe, 
mouth agape,
completely enchanted
by the overwhelming beauty
of my constantly changing surroundings,
the universe reinventing itself at
186,000 miles per second-
yes that’s right, 
we live at the speed of light 
because we are made of light
and we are growing into suns, 
stars to decorate the night.
I AM 
home at last
comfortably nestled
inside myself,
swaddled like a fat, giggling baby
I emit a happy fart 
and the world around me breaks out
in laughter..
God loves slapstick 
to make me laugh,
irony to teach me what is truly true,
tragedy to crack my heart open
with compassion,
and silence 
to quiet and embrace me 
in the sacred.
O Chi Tuwakewey
 Awakening Otter