Poetry from the Heart: Who Am I? Blog Dominique Didinal, a recent graduate of the Hridaya Teacher Training Course, shares the following poem:Who Am I?I am the heat that cracks stone and the ice that splits the river’s mouth.I am the earth that curves under the embrace of sunlight and the shimmer of moon on a silent night.I am the soft dollop of snow falling from branches deep in the woods and the shadows of light that sift through the leaves.I am an empty house when the owner has died and the furniture gone and the invisible bonds that still trace their shape, and his, in the air.I am the force that whispers “grow” into each ear of corn and the scythe that cuts them down again.I am the soapy swirl of stars in the milky way and I am the pockets of darkness between,I’m both the pinpricks of light and the spaces unlooked for, unseen.I am the words on the page and the whiteness between.I am your thoughts, every single one, and I am none of them.I am wild horses. The glitter of their eyes, the wet shine of their flanks and the spray from the sea as their hooves thunder the beach.I am the sweet burst of juice in the bite of the peach, the almond at its heart and the worm in its skin.I am in this heart and yours and the old man on the street that polishes shoes by the roadside and the widow alone, that weeps herself to sleep.I am the echo in the air after your name has been called, the footprints on the path after the long walk home.I am the wet, longing ache between your legs as your lover awaits and the soft dent in the bed left from his back once he leavesI am all of this and I am none of this.I am the sweetness in the sky on an early morning walk and the space in your heart before your mind starts to talk.I am the mighty genie contained in the tiny lamp of your body and the glitter of Dorothy’s red shoes that whisper “you had the power all along my dear.”I’m a soft scoop of ice-cream on a hot sunny day and a blue note in a happy song.I am “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” and “A Hard Day’s Night” when you’ve been “working like a dog.”I’m the whirl in the air after a ballerina’s pirouette and the final chord of a Tchaikovsky minuet.I am the whole of the blue green globe turning under the sun, burning under the sun.I am your sex and your sorrow, Your pain and your glory Your daring your delight Your death and your decay.I am the “sound and the fury that signify nothing” and I am stillness I am the siren call of your heart beckoning your home and I am silence.I am you and you and you and you and you and you and I am me. I am We. And We are God.December 18, 2015/2 Comments/by Hridaya https://hridaya-yoga.com/wp-content/uploads/blog-who-am-i-2.jpg 350 845 Hridaya https://hridaya-yoga.com/wp-content/uploads/Logo-Hridaya-Yoga.png Hridaya2015-12-18 12:57:062016-12-06 14:40:32Poetry from the Heart: Who Am I?