In the Ocean Air

I AM in all, through all, and over all.

I AM in the sun
And the moon
And the stars—
The sky at

I AM the life-giving force
Called Ki.

I AM the endless waves
Crashing ashore.

I AM the footprint
Erasing time—
The pulling back of
The veil.

I AM the singularity of
The birthing of
A moment.

I AM the tear in
Your eye and
The burning in
Your heart.

I AM the knowing—
The awareness—
The thought before
It began.

I AM the meeting of
Heaven and Earth—
The movement under
Your feet.

I AM the breath in
Your lungs and
The life pulsing
Through your veins.

I AM the creator of
The emptiness.
The void.
Possibility is
My dream.

I AM the conscious
Stream of
The mystery of
All that is.

I AM unknowing to
Those who
Ask to know—
And never known to
Those who
Care not to

I AM the voice of
Reason in
The arms of

I AM the
The Father of
The prophets—
And the Mother of

I AM the alpha and
And heard as OM.

I AM love
Absent of
And faith
Dissolved of

I AM the breath of
All breaths—
The spiraling of
Truth swept up in
The Oneness of
All that once was
Is to come and
Forever shall be in
An instant.

I AM the wonder—
The majesty—
The force propelling
All life—
The shifting of
The wind.

I AM beyond
The here and
Yet, you can
Fit my entire
Existence in
A single
Particle of

I AM beyond
The written word—
Yet, my Word is
Felt in it.

I AM in all that
You do when
The Spirit moves
Yet, hidden from
You when
The world moves
You first.

I AM your soul being
Your higher self being

I AM the One
You seek in
The salty ocean air—
And I hear
Your voice in
The Spirit of

I AM who
You came to
And inside
You found

I AM beyond
The ocean’s reach of
But never

Seek and
You shall find
I AM who

I AM the Spirit of
The Living One.

CL 2011


One thought on “In the Ocean Air

  1. I would say that this transcends any one religion, but rather encompasses a great deity revered by all in different ways. I believe in what you have spoken. It reminds me of the poem “Brahma” by Ralph Waldo Emerson.


    by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

    “IF the red slayer think he slays,
    Or if the slain think he is slain,
    They know not well the subtle ways
    I keep, and pass, and turn again.

    Far or forgot to me is near;
    Shadow and sunlight are the same;
    The vanish’d gods to me appear;
    And one to me are shame and fame.

    They reckon ill who leave me out;
    When me they fly, I am the wings;
    I am the doubter and the doubt,
    And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

    The strong gods pine for my abode,
    And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
    But thou, meek lover of the good!
    Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.”

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