I AM by Shivana Sharma

In the Hindu tradition Dhar is in its simplest form a liquid offering made to the Divine…

My expression of my love, my poetry is my Dhar.

For me, my poem offering below is my looking beyond my physical challenges. It looks deep within my heart, my soul and speaks to the smallness I feel at times, my insignificance, my struggle. Even more beautiful are the glimpses of my joy that I offer unreservedly to the light.

I am

I am my own soul

I am not the scream of the eagle

As he scrapes the sky

Though I scream at heaven

And hell too

I am the not the gust of stifling wind

That pushes hope to its knees

And blows ash into the eyes of the dreamer

I am not the lily

Nor the rose

There is no touch

No taste

No scent of beauty

I am not the proud noble mountain

I am the valley

The desert

The stone

I am not the spirit of the song

I am but one note

Quavering

Harsh

And softly sweet

I am the starless night sky

The thorn, the feather

The petal too

I am my soul

My smile

My tears

The black red blood

That joyously spills when I am quartered

I am the longing for the light that waits

On the other side

Of you

I am the certain dawn

I am tomorrow

I am my soul.

Shivana Sharma: "I have been an educator for the last thirty three years and I am the Principal of a Primary School in Trinidad and Tobago. I am a single mother of two beautiful daughters. My writing is something that I have been doing for quite some time. I have never been published and I am in the process of writing my first children’s book. I look forward to losing my fear and opening up more of me...to me. I am a Spiritual wanderer just trying to find my way back home, to the source of all light. I believe in Grace under pressure, and looking for beauty in everything and everyone. To me the most joyous sound is that of a child’s laughter. Everyone deserves Peace, to feel safe and to be happy and I know that love can conquer all, if one is lucky enough to be able to give and receive its Blessing."

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