Me

Jayasree

Who am I?

Am I just a speck in the Universe?

I soar high above the clouds,

I dive deep into the seas,

Trying to find myself,

searching and seeking.

Is it me, flying 

on the gossamer wings 

of the butterfly?

Is it me, mirrored on the petals of the flower

drenched in morning dew?

Is it me,  flying on the wings of the wind

that blows past the mountains?

Is it me, riding  the waves that 

break on sandy shores.

Is it me floating on the clouds 

in the blue blue sky....

I try to find myself

searching and seeking ,

I try to find the real me,

To be one with nature,

To be eternally free.

 

  • Author: Jay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2021 01:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pondering
  • Category: Nature
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  • orchidee

    Oohh, I expect you're a fine flower, like one of them in the pic! A nice write J.

    • Jayasree

      Thank you very much. Ha, ha, hoping to bloom into a fine flower. It's never too late.

      • orchidee

        Just don't bloom into a weed! lol.

      • dusk arising

        Of all those things in the universe we are created. We are the wind, the flowers and the endless oceam waves. Children of the universe.

        A quite, quite beautiful poem from you here today.

        • Jayasree

          Thank you very much, feeling good. Yes, we are the earth, air, water, sky and wind. We come from that and go back to it. In between it's all about being able to appreciate mother nature, even the smallest things, a soft breeze, a small flower, a beautiful butterfly, puffy clouds in a blue sky, the list goes on and on.

        • Goldfinch60

          Being one with nature is so wonderful in my life and may it be the same with you as well Jayasree.

          Andy

          • Jayasree

            Thank you very much Andy. A fluttering butterfly still holds so much wonder for me, even after all these years.



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