He was staring right into my eyes, the tiger.
He seemed tired, his breathing heavy, as he lay there on his side.
With his 17 years of age he had seen and experienced a lot, and his body was tired.
His gaze was strong and soft simultaneously, wise and wicked.
” Have you forgotten that Life is The Great Adventure?” he whispered.
Here I sit,
naked in my body
Though I am wearing clothes
I am totally bare
My flesh is bleeding,
my joints are aching
tears are burning behind closed eyelids
But I am not this
I am not this body,
not this mind
I am not these emotions,
this anger, this frustration
locked up in a cage
I am not the tiger, the lion or the bird
The curves bending on my road do not define me
I am not alone, not lonely
This bitterness and anger stuck in my throat
is part of this body, of this mind
maybe even of the experience of this soul
But I am not this
I am all pervading love,
all pervading innocence
I am the candle, the flame, the flickering
I am the sky, the seas, the seeds
Not as they are seen,
how they are felt
I am not this pain in my back,
I am not the hungry stomach screaming for food while the heart is screaming for care,
for forgiveness,
for excuses and reasons
I am that,
all that
but not this
Deep is the gap,
close is the brink
Still the gap does not exist,
the brink is but a mind game
Feel the wind whispering in your face,
feel the sun move the earth
Feel the gravel on your skin
the moist touch of moss behind your ears
You, Earth, Me, Who?
Why a line, why a difference?
I am not this naked body,
this bleeding skin
I am not this watchful eye,
this blessing tortoise
I am what I don´t know,
what I cannot grasp
I am the graspless
the hungry, the thirsty and the satisfied
all at the same time
I am all,
all I am
I am
Stars, universes, galaxies,
who cares?
Headaches, rituals,
curses or blessed be
Who is that?
Not me
Love and stars and love and all,
all I am
I am
That.
Cecilia Götherström, May 2013
