I Am.... (Namaste)

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! namaste!