Eric Cockrell

I Am.... (Namaste) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i heard your soul whimper
from across the miles,
in the dead of night,
when you thought no one cared.
i saw the light in your eyes,
when you fed the hungry child,
and brushed the dirt from his face
with hands that trembled.
i felt the tears,
that you couldnt cry...
as you buried your only son,
killed in their wars.
i smelled the fear in your body,
but tasted the grit and determination,
as they beat you to the street
for protesting their greed.
i shook with the cold lonliness
of your tiny cell,
where they left you
with no identity or hope...
your freedom taken
for standing up for freedom,
your human rights taken
for defending human rights.

i am the song,
and the hymn of you.
i bathe in your light,
i drink your darkness.
i taste the colors of your skin,
and they all taste the same.
i feel your fears,
your desires, and your dreams.
i am the farmer, the mill worker,
i stand in your factory lines.
i am the activist, the doubter,
the good and the evil.
i feel the blows you've taken,
i can name your scars.
i've slept with your failures,
and buried your mistakes.
i am the love of your hidden names,
i walk by your sides,
know your steps and your sweat.

i am the good things you've done,
and yes, even the bad!
i am the triumph, and i am the loss.
i am the breath of god,
that fills your bodies....
you are the flesh and bones
and the feet of my dreams!
i am the sacred, the magnificent,
the simple, and the mundane...
all living within
every moment you live!

i am the song,
and the hymn of you.
i am the work
that only you can do.
i am the dance, the drive,
the passion, and the chance...
you are the words
that only god can express!

Comments about I Am.... (Namaste) by Eric Cockrell

  • (5/18/2012 10:02:00 AM)

    A really fantastic poem, really like it,
    A fantastic write.
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  • (5/17/2012 11:59:00 PM)

    Namaste, Nomoskor and vanakkam! For your information, Eric, we are the happy people though our people in India suffer and we see and seek happiness in everything that we see and seek, because we respect the personal space of others, so we are free to feel the happiness through radiation. (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2012 10:40:00 PM)

    the inner voice of the inner self.....divine self? ......namaste! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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