I am

by Jean Aloe

written on the 2003 retreat in Italy.

I am not in the wind, the earthquake, the fire.

I am the still small voice of my inner desire.

I am woman tall with long flowing hair.

I am woman who dances with bells on the stair.

I run up the down, I run down the up.

No one can stop me, I am unstuck.

I sway in tall grasses, I float on the winds.

There’s laughter in my belly, there’s honey in my limbs.

I can bend without breaking, I am a strong feather.

I fill and expand like a balloon with no tether.

See me arise, I am mist on the hills.

I am any desire my wise heart wills.

I can for I am, I am so I can.

Freedom I’ve chosen, so free I am.