Sunday, September 11, 2011


I am but a child
Spiritually young and growing
I am nothing wild
Yet I go not knowing
Who I am

I am an autumn leaf
Matured, and not so binding
I am safe and cautious
Tripped and now I'm finding
Who I am

I am but a shadow
Trailing someone kind
I am quite determined
Hoping just to find
Who I am

I am what is now
Pulsing through the present
I am permanent
The teacher and the student
I am individual
Steadfast in that way
I am individual
And I am here to say
Who I am

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