Storm-Tossed Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

I am the tempest
I am the shaken tree.
I am the echo of the wind

What is the wind?
What shakes in its passing?
Where does it begin and end?

I do not know …
We all know all …
There is nothing to be learnt …


I am your lover
I am shaken by passion
I am the shadow you once pursued

What is love?
An arousal of feeling?
Or something without beginning or end?

If love is the wind
Then its passionate shaking
Must knock our seeds to earth


I am god:
God is without ontology:
Yet found in all - tho wholly other.

And still there's more …
I am compassion's hand …
I can be everything s/he is


In a tent under a beech during a storm at the Big Green Gathering 01/08/i2003