I have lived a thousand lives, in countless forms and numerous spaces in this vast universe.
I have died with honor, I have killed a crime of passion, I have been an addict and a queen.
I have lived with great grace and survived in the wilderness.
I was Cleopatra at the start of her empire.
I was Aphrodite in her longest most lustful and passionate act.
I was Marilyn Monroe in her euphoric intoxication and the inspiration in John Lennons guitar.
I have felt all kinds of joy and experienced all kinds of darkness.
I have been the blossoming of pink petals on a warm summer breeze.
I have been the withering and decay of the tallest tree.
I was a pirate, a warrior and the deepest cry of a slave.
I’ve flown freely throughout pink, orangey skies and lived as an owl watching over the night.
I have spent night after night on the very top of a mountain howling at the moon.
And in each life remembering who I am by forgetting all my past.
I was the entrance of a love spell and the peak of infatuation.
I was once the highest, most powerful, supreme whitch and the cleverest gypsy wearing the gold anklet.
I’ve been the glimmer of a tiny star & the blue of the deepest ocean.
This soul of mine lives on forever more.
Although at times I can’t see it.
A part of me knows it.
And even in the midst of a storm when I curse the gift of life and feel that God has forsaken me, I wait.
The storm soon passes and I choose life again.
For I am the storm. I am the rainbow. I am God.
I am life.