The Book of I Am: Poetry

The hour before dawn,
I walk through the mists
as clouds break over the horizon,
parting curtains highlighting 
the hour of deliverance 
with grasses and flowers and dew

I surmised who I am inside,
thinking that I can the pages of life
with lines of prose that can remake
all that came before

Weaving interconnection 
into language that flows 
from my unrestrained heart
and shines with the Sun's own beauty:

The Book of I Am.

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