I am the sun that dances through the skies, bouncing on the moon, a mavericks high noon
I am that moon too, I am, and though I’ve forgotten why, I’ve shoved and pushed and kicked myself higher and higher in the sky, tired
I am the day which I now shall stretch and the trees which well we’re doing just fine
I am the rain which from now on will only fall at night and at times and intensities during light hours at my behest
I am the sea and a bloody great big sea I am too….. I don’t know what to do with me……. I’ll have to wait and see about the sea.
I am estate agents and solicitors and we need we no more for…..I am substance and a home shall I materialize for me by the sea….. and again in the mountains and again in the city and the flat plains and desert and the artics and the tropics and Mars and the stars and by the brook flowing beneath the ivy arch bridge…. yes a home shall I materialize for me where ever I want it to be

I am omnipotent, I need electricity and oil and diesel and gas and turf and coal and timber and biomass no more

I am omniscient, I need teachers and preachers and doctors and surgeons and gurus and healers and scientists and researchers and books and guides and manuals and webpages and references to this and that and links to this which link to that and encyclopedias and wikipedias and google and facebook and linkedin and tumbler and gmail for emails and wordpress and blogger no more ….. wait no I will keep wordpress and blogger and search engines and gmail for a little longer until I master the art of self-sufficiency, the art of pure bliss existence I hear so much about and I feel increasingly so much (about the place…. or something like that….. or maybe self-sufficiency in community might just be the answer to the mystery that has never posed any questions besides those that arose in our own heads.)

And as I am omnipotent and omniscient, I need money and banking and economies and accounting and overdrafts and loans and credits and debits and forms to fill in and forms to fill out no more
I am omnipresent, I need cars and carriers and motorcycles and scooters and skylifts and ships and speed boats and speed jets and hovercrafts and helicopters and trucks and trains and trams and vans and prams and tubes and metros and aeroplanes and cable cars and velotaxis and hailing taxis and rickshaws and rockets and satellites and submarines and flying carpets and brooms and hot air balloons and buses and trucks no more. Yes me… I am ….I am transport which I now set aside except for bicycles, which I now declare are always in pristine condition, tyres fully inflated, complete with everlasting paint finishes and with the ability to glide effortlessly up the hill against the wind just as they always do facing down the hill with the wind at their backs. I am multi point location, I am where I desire to be at any time

I am food. I love my pleasure, my sustenance, my delight, my honey. But not all of me I love you see. Frogs legs and escargot and caviar and tuna and chicken mcnuggets and french fries and burgers and tomato sauce and brown sauce and onion wings and cocaine, I mean coke and plain sugar and crisps and frozen pizza and processed ham and sausages and black and white pudding and rashers and frosties and cheerios and iostonic and bisotonic and nogoodtonics and margarine (why do we need margarine anyway) and food of undisclosed origin and ingredients, all these I can do without. Ah! But chocolate cooked to retain the goodness of the cocoa bean or icecream made from the milk of a no-chemical cow, or the oat flakes from some neighbors organic farm and the juice of an apple from some fine local orchard, the free range omelette cooked with fun over an open fire and the salad from ones garden tossed in the evening sun, noodle soup in Thai, the spice of Indi-i, and your own baked brownbread, buttered and no-sugar jammed, and hot honeyed whiskey on a cold wet windy wintry night by the fire (which these days could be any night of the year in Ireland) .

I am all this and more, so much more it’s not possible to write it all, and if it were I just don’t want to, cause it just keeps coming and coming and it will get very tedious and boring, so it’s just as easy for me to say I AM.



credit: photo Felicidad by Aidarile,  Flickr

Published by fionntáin

In 2005 i had a profound spiritual experience leading me to record my debut album, ‘Under the Great Shady Tree’. I have faced depression, sadness, anger, jealousy, guilt, sexual craving, loss, grief, disapproval, fear, loneliness and many other emotions and have found the strength within to keep going. In 2015 i had another profound spiritual experience which opened my heart wider still, and allows me today to see that everything we experience is here to help us. Today i have left most of the modalities i have practiced in the past and live with the ever increasing knowing that I am the creator of my reality. I am the only one.

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