I am small,
small in my views,
I leave little trace,
only a few.
I am big,
bigger than allowed,
my stance is truth,
and my news is loud.
I am closed,
closed in my mind,
I search for security,
but cannot find.
I am open,
open to change.
I blow with the wind,
and my thoughts rearrange.
I am ground,
under my feet,
bury me there,
when death I meet.
I am tree,
rooted deep.
Reaching for the sun,
under shadowy sleep.
I am wolf,
howling at the moon.
Seeking my clan,
and knowing who.
I am rain,
dropped from the sky
where I go now,
I know not why.
I am Ocean,
vast, deep and wise.
Primordial Mother,
from HER I rise.
I am All and Nothing
and everything between.
When I’m awake,
I’m dreaming.
Valley Reed © 8/9 2020
Thank you Valley. It’s good to pause and read yiur poetry and enter into the particular and the ALL with you. Jody
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Hi Jody, In the polarity we live in more an more, poetry soothes my soul, and nourishes me with new perspectives and playful words. Thank you for sharing yours! Blessings to you and family!
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