Who was I screamed the breeze in agony as it was swept to its knees? Who am I whispered the wind to the air blowing here and there? Who may I become pondered the lost-foundness at the depth of soul while attempting to become fully-whole?
Questions presented to a reflective self the answers to which may present untold inner wealth. Yet still time marches on....for many their youth is gone...the brightest and most treasured days....lost...upon them the sun never shone.
I am a seeker of identity in search of more core....where is the playing field and what is the score? I keep turning corners can I turn continually more and more?
I have found bits and pieces; chunks even of self....yet still there is not one identity to which consistency has connected in a way that for all can easily be detected. Are you searching for the key, the key that unlocks the door from universe paralell number four? The gateway that this key could open is the gateway to a greater sense of self.....I want to be there when they play that number... we want that greater health.
Walking through the sands of time in the desert of existence....circling like a blowing wind....and everywhere I look there is a fence....wooden walls of woe wedging me in...don't they know? It is lonely in the desert of soul... where the search for identity has taken its toll.
Journeying on to the river banks we have gone....what will we find, more pieces of mind? Identity split to varying degrees....feel the heat at the seat....of your heart beat? Feel the desire burning inside... as you seek to open the vulnerability that for a lifetime you have known you had to hide? How do you navigate through life somewhat absent of this identity that should be your guide?
Spirited sea of self/selves in me...rising tide swelling with pride: there is no shame in swimming to meet my identity in the waters of wonder wistfully waiting while we are navigating......the identity of our entity somewhere adrift in me beckons us from the big blue sea to look; deeply out across the ocean to the shore where we did begin. The shore from which we set sail awaits our return because upon our arrival there will be so much more that we land knowing from all that we did learn.
Who was I screamed the breeze in agony as it was swept to its knees? Who am I whispered the wind to the air blowing here and there? Who may I become pondered the lost-foundness at the depth of soul while attempting to become fully-whole?
The search for identity it is precious to me....finding as much as we can is the way to be to some greater extent more and more free....yes.... the dance of identity......is the music and song of this soul....we will rock on until we are whole!
© 1996 A.J. Mahari
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