~within

WITHIN

by Katherine Wyatt

 

I am the sound of the wind rustling through feathers

As the eagle soars between mountain peaks

I am the space between the last breaths of the dying

As they leave life behind for the next and grow weak

I am the gray that floats in the fog when changes arrive

Holding the potential for new choices; neither black or white

I am the eye of the storm where it is quiet and I set the its course

Yet having no motion I am the measure of the hurricane’s great force

I am the silence that the birds sing to in the night

I am the blood coursing in their veins and the will that gives them flight

I am the homeless woman on the corner whose eyes you look through

I am the dark and the light that revolve within you

I am the proton, electron and neutron at play

The saints in their glory and the one who betrayed

I am without boundaries and wear time as a cloak

With my hand I spin the cosmos in one brief stroke

I am a bug on a leaf on the bamboo tree

Look within yourself if you wish to meet me