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My Story Part 1
I am a child of the universe.
a twenty-first-century woman
bred in the refinements of modern civilization.
The universe story is my story.
I am fifteen billion years old, so it is said
the youngest of earth's awesome miracles.
Stupendous magnificence!
Unsurpassed elegance and beauty!
Who am I and what am I?
So old and yet so young and vibrant!
Like a flower
I am unfolding in the cosmic tree of life
having my roots in the first flaring forth
that enkindled the cosmic dance.
Power swirling
billions of stars and galaxies
millions of life forms on planet Earth
since the beginning of time and space.
Like my ancestors
I am caught up in never-ending rhythm.
I go in and out of life's web in endless drumbeats
ever-present memories
of the sound and fury of evolving.
Who am I and what am I?
So unique and yet not so!
Different am I a million ways
from everything else in my world.
There is no other like me!
There is a center I experience
a mysterious unseen power within me
gathering and shaping me in one display
of who I am and who I can become.
Every touch
every contact opens the door to surprises.
Experiencing others in their uniqueness
I enter a wealth of rarity
pulsating one and the same life as my own.
This I know
But I know not how and why
my whole being vibrates within me
igniting like a blazing flame.
Desire and zest for life grip me.
Vision and sound of beauty lure me.
Flowers and trees, land and mountains
seas and rivers, skies and wind
birds of the air and fish in the sea
cattle in the plains, ants, and spiders ---
all strike chords of kindship within me.
This I know
but know not how and why
my whole being fascinates me.
I long to fascinate others
and be fascinating to others, too.
My whole being yearns for intimacy;
I desire to belong and be requited.
An irresistible force draws me
to union and communion
to desiring community.
Who am I and what am I?
So much in the heights and depths of ecstasy
in union and communion
creating and birthing
rising to nobility
mounting courage and commitment.
Yet so vulnerable
dying a thousand deaths before being laid
to rest in the bosom of the earth.
No words can capture my joy
at the birth a child, a poem, music, a song
at the wonders of human technologies
at the sublimity of heroic acts
to unchain and sustain life.
(to be continued)
Copyright ©
Mich Nayve
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