Poem: I Am All Over Green

I Am All Over Green

We communicated in spring green.
In a spring green dress of silky shiny-ness,
I dance on a country road in a country scene.
And I am all over green.

This is the truth of Me.
I begin to crawl, then stand tall.
I think big; I think small.
I am not syncopated at all.

My truth flourishes deep within.
It is a flower under glass in a vacuum.
It emits a sound – a growing din.
It thrums with the hum of OM.
And though out of sight
with no oxygen to consume,
save that deeper breath of night,
It is enflamed in golden light

This is the truth of Me.
I begin to crawl, then stand tall.
I think big; I think small.
I am not syncopated at all.

The body that surrounds the truth of Me
comes to know its rigid-osity.
It is flaking, sloughing, peeling.
Layers thinning and revealing
a waking luminosity.

This is the truth of Me.
I say it again, the noise of it a friend,
Yet in the end I can’t pretend.
The true truth (the humming, thrumming, blazing sheen)
– it begins to transcend.
And I am all over green.

–Angela Loeb; ©12/23/09

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Angela Loeb helps people rediscover and use their gifts so they can bring who they are to what they do. To learn more, please visit: www.insyncresources.com
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