I am the sculpture;
I’ll come right out and tell you that.
I can’t say, because you don’t really care.
I was stone before I became this statue.
I am still stone.
And I will be stone even thereafter,
If (Merciful heavens!) I am chiseled to bits.
I told you I am the sculpture,
But I lied.
Yes, I, too, can create a ruse!
How do you like that?
The same way you like it when people point at you
Or put you in their neatly labeled box
And say, “THIS is who you are!”
You are not THAT,
And I am not the statue alone.
Heck! I am not even stone!
I Am Life!
You don’t think so;
You don’t believe what I say.
But did you believe me then,
When I said I am the sculpture?
You can have your opinions,
These are problems I do not have-
But I am still Life!
I was before the stone was.
I was before the sculpture was.
I am now,
In the stone and the rendered statue.
And I will be
Long after the sculpture is no more,
Long after the stone has eroded.
I am there.
But lest you leave this conversation all freaked out on me,
Let me come right out and tell you that
You are Life, too!
Stoned or not,
Oops did I say stoned?
Ha ha even the stones have a sense of humor!
Anyway, no matter the state
In which you find yourself, Grasshopper,
You are Life!
So live on,
For you are sculpture and stone,
Artist and observer,
Creator and creation!
Now step lively,
Rock the boat,
And live Life with the Spirit that You Are!
Oh, before you go?
Tell that painting over there
That it is still life, too.
dVerse | Poetics – Chisel Me a Conversation.
I had fun writing this!