<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am.... (Namaste)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i heard your soul whimper<br>from across the miles, <br>in the dead of night, <br>when you thought no one cared.<br>i saw the light in your eyes, <br>when you fed the hungry child, <br>and brushed the dirt from his face<br>with hands that trembled.<br>i felt the tears, <br>that you couldnt cry...<br>as you buried your only son, <br>killed in their wars.<br>i smelled the fear in your body, <br>but tasted the grit and determination, <br>as they beat you to the street<br>for protesting their greed.<br>i shook with the cold lonliness<br>of your tiny cell, <br>where they left you<br>with no identity or hope...<br>your freedom taken<br>for standing up for freedom, <br>your human rights taken<br>for defending human rights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the song, <br>and the hymn of you.<br>i bathe in your light, <br>i drink your darkness.<br>i taste the colors of your skin, <br>and they all taste the same.<br>i feel your fears, <br>your desires, and your dreams.<br>i am the farmer, the mill worker, <br>i stand in your factory lines.<br>i am the activist, the doubter, <br>the good and the evil.<br>i feel the blows you've taken, <br>i can name your scars.<br>i've slept with your failures, <br>and buried your mistakes.<br>i am the love of your hidden names, <br>i walk by your sides, <br>know your steps and your sweat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the good things you've done, <br>and yes, even the bad! <br>i am the triumph, and i am the loss.<br>i am the breath of god, <br>that fills your bodies....<br>you are the flesh and bones<br>and the feet of my dreams! <br>i am the sacred, the magnificent, <br>the simple, and the mundane...<br>all living within<br>every moment you live! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the song, <br>and the hymn of you.<br>i am the work<br>that only you can do.<br>i am the dance, the drive, <br>the passion, and the chance...<br>you are the words<br>that only god can express! <br>namaste!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387952" data-title="I Am.... (Namaste) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="i heard your soul whimper from across the miles, in the dead of night, when you thought no one cared. i saw the light in your eyes, when you fed the hungry child, and brushed the dirt from his face with hands that trembled. i felt the tears, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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