Who, If Not I…
One of Thich Nhat Hanh’s most beautiful and powerful poems is Call Me By My True Names, I had forgotten about another older by a Celtic poet and druid Amerigin that is very similar. I heard it on a Speaking of Faith podcast called The Inner Landscape of Beauty about John O’Donohue and was struck with how alike the concepts are:
I am the wind on the sea.
I am the ocean wave.
I am the sound of the billows.
I am the seven-horned stag.
I am the hawk on the cliff.
I am the dewdrop in sunlight.
I am the fairest of flowers.
I am the raging boar.
I am the salmon in the deep pool.
I am the lake on the plain.
I am the meaning of the poem.
I am the point of the spear.
I am the god that makes fire in the head.
Who levels the mountain?
Who speaks the age of the moon?
Who has been where the sun sleeps?
Who, if not I?
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