Does It Matter Who I Am?
A poem for those who question
Does It Matter Who I Am?
Not to the crow
screaming from his branch
or the leaf about to drop
Not to the baby
taking her first breath
or opening her eyes to see
her mother for the first time
Not to the rhythmic ocean
or the fire
burning down to its
last ash
My loves, it is not
who I am that matters
It is That I am.
Like the bird,
the leaf,
the baby,
the sea,
the ember…
All here together now, witnessing one another
in this endless quiet understanding
that our presence
is Enough,
is Everything
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