
I am present, future, and past,
All there is or ever was.
I am the effect,
Also the cause.
I am Adam
And I am Eve.
I am the light in the dark
Which cannot be seen.
I am the hope of millions
And the downfall of the few,
Always there waiting,
Rarely in view.
I am the breaking of sound
At summer’s dawn
And the unbroken winter
When each of us mourn.
I am a redeemer
Though I bring no redemption.
I am happiness,
Also compunction.
I am erstwhile hopes, dreams,
That fade away,
Minute by minute,
Day by day.
I am meaning.
Truth.
Lies.
Fear.
Forever far.
Always near.
I am religion and soul,
Spirit and faith,
Buddha, God, Allah,
Suns, stars, and space.
I am words to a pauper
Uttered long ago, out of
Care and concern
And a wish to grow.
I am emptiness of form,
The no-thing of everything,
The no-ture of nature,
The length of a piece of string.
I cannot be known -
I am in each of you.
I am hope in fear
Life in death,
Sight in blindness,
There in each breath.
I am each moment,
Each grain of time…
I don’t need to make sense;
I can choose when to rhyme.
About the Creator
Donald Quixote
Hopeless romantic,
adventurer in paradox;
so it goes
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