For i am the word

Slipping threw daydreams into forrests of mystery
Charting my coarse on up to infinity
A realisation of patient still waiting
Help me gods find strength to trancend
in the light i unfold like a new born child opens his eyes
and then as the celestial kindness befriends him
He bridges the divide in a life long romance of the seeker and seeked
The searcher and the found
Until all bounds are crossed all minis added up to give him his answer
Like a puzzle endlessly evolving staying one step ahead of intelligent man
a game of chess thats presence is felt with every change every movement
minute by minute second by second nature adjusts with the scales of Maat
For i am then im not i become then i fall
until i learn the i in the all God will remain
But a abstract form that flees ever onward
i have my destination ive plotted my coarse
for i am all that is has been and ever will be for
in infinite space i am the word

a poem by liam Herdman