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I Am


I am Ahab
I am the Sword
I am the Spirit
I am

I am the Anger
I am Hated
I am Dirt
I am

Who am I?
I am I

~ Peter Morris (with thanks to Google Play and the search phrase “I am”)


William Wordsworth


A great poem to read every so often. Sounds blissful.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

John Andrew Storey

While searching for inner peace on the internet (it’s there I tells ya!) I came across these words of wisdom from a Unitarian hymn.
“I sent my soul some truth to win;
my soul returned these words to tell:
‘Look not beyond, but turn within,
For I myself am heaven and hell”
~ John Andrew Storey

George Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more
~ George Byron


The quietness and calm of the night.
Still the air. Fresh and bright.
Only the sound of distant cars going by
Brings me to reality.
I wish this time would never pass
I wish this peace would forever last.
~ Peter Morris (1988)

I Live For The Night


As the moonlight cascades down
Upon the shimmering lake,
The scattered clouds cry lightly
Causing ripplet rings
On the ever-changing waters.
The air,
A perfumed freshness,
As the rain washes away the dust of time
Left behind on the firm underfoot,
Yet lively grass.
With each falling drop
Is a bright reflecting universe
Which ends,
As the rain talks to the trees
In the distant valley woodland.
I live for the night.

~ Peter Morris (1984)