The Spirited Me
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If the future is set in stone, and my life is but an old short story,
chiseled into the Rock of Ages;
firmly cemented in the depths of Time,
then who am I that verily trods upon this spinning earth?
Who is that me? Who is it that quickens with each and ev’ry step?
Who is it that gallops along beside the fiery shadow of Death?
Who am I that giveth life to this age-old story?
The story – like a road as it layeth down before me.
Who am I? Oh, who am I? If you grind away my features?
Who am I that hesitantly gropes for words like long-lost treasures?
Who am I? Oh, who am I to tell a tale not meant for measure,
who animates The Hero as he plays me with such pleasure?
Who? Well, I know who I am! I am He, and He is me.
He is fame, and I’m His glory. We are altogether free.
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As it is written in stone, He and I shall walk alone.
We will cross the Great Divide
becoming One on our way home!
March 29, 2011 at 4:53 pm
awe….the pages yet to write. Shall I, be the pen that never ends?
March 30, 2011 at 3:06 am
March 30, 2011 at 4:20 am
Perhaps the story is old, my dearest Uncle … but… it IS our own.
And though we be forever linked to the ones who have already passed this way … it is our path to travel right now …
March 30, 2011 at 5:08 am
How right you are!
No doubt about it.
March 30, 2011 at 10:06 am
This really speaks my “language”, UT! I like this spirited you.
If there’s no end, there’s no beginning… That’s just how it works.
Nice to see another splendid writing from you. xoxo
March 30, 2011 at 3:41 pm
to keep dem dere dang Big Bangers happy. Ya know?
We Occidentals are a strange bunch. Gotta start somewhere ~
March 30, 2011 at 5:28 pm
You’re right–we are a strange bunch!
March 30, 2011 at 9:15 pm
This is so you Keith.. You are right.. You are Him and He is you..
What amazing way to express!!
Like one gallant song it was worded..
Loved it a much.. Hugs xx
March 31, 2011 at 4:20 am
gallant: Smartly or boldly stylish (I had to look it up to make sure.)
That’s a fine compliment, Olivia. Thank you!
April 3, 2011 at 8:31 pm
A brilliant piece Keith! Well crafted and definitely one of your best in my opinion. The humbleness and reliance on faith are telling a story throughout and one really doesn’t know much till it comes to the end but then again isn’t that how our lives really go…we really don’t know anything till the end. Great, thought provoking , Poem …Man you would be an awesome story teller…if you could just find a way to end one like you did this poem.(you do know I’m laughing like a taunting devil right now don’t you?) Great work cheerin’ you on!
April 4, 2011 at 4:55 am
Thank you, Stuart! Really
One of my best and brightest, eh?
Only time will tell how well I like it. I always need to put some
distance between me and my work before I can read it objectively.
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We spirits of eternity have no need to hurry, but I hear ya, bro.
April 10, 2011 at 1:56 am
My dear uncle, excelent poetry, I can really relate to it, one of my favourites sentences of a few years ago was “how am I not myself? Am I not myself?myself?
I really like the way you write
hughs.
April 11, 2011 at 3:33 pm
Luvz and hugz backatcha!
(Yes, you! You and your self.)
May 4, 2012 at 9:26 am
If I am my Self, is not that Self the same as you and the spirit in One?
May 4, 2012 at 4:52 pm
July 23, 2012 at 12:48 am
You are just talking in circles. Well done.
July 23, 2012 at 5:42 am
LoL, Dan! Aren’t we all? And say,
I see you searched this title and my name.
I’d love to hear how you found me, if you don’t mind.
And thanks for stopping by my neck of the woods!
Peace, UT
July 23, 2012 at 4:48 pm
Haha, Well I saw a glimpse through a little door leading over here and I couldn’t help myself. The door was in the form of a comment on an Alan Watts Love of Wisdom talk on youtube. Continue enjoying the story and the telling.
July 24, 2012 at 5:11 am
Thanks for that fantastic return to my realm, Dan!
I’m glad I left a door a bit ajar over yonder from whence ye came.
There is so much stuff on Youtube besides music. Incredible!
Alan was an old favorite author of mine. As a tripper from years
gone by, he was one of a few that I could really relate to.
Do feel welcome to pop back in at any unexpected time, good sir.