My name: Is
My name: Is
My name is not my own
My name belongs to the winds
that have blown down
from mountain tops and glaciers
for all of these ages
My name belongs in the songs
of birds and dolphins and whales and coyotes
and those other singing things
Like humans
who have found their way
undistracted by
being lost
temporarily…
My name is not my own
It is the name that the suns use
as they learn to shine
and give life
to newer worlds
inhabited by newer hopes
My name makes bridges from the
Nameless into the Formless,
into your heart
My name was yours
before you were born
and before we all agreed
to take this magical journey together,
to play this game that never ends,
that no one can lose,
that is the expansion
of eternal inspiring & expiring
Breezing
from one end of this starmap
to the far-flung other
These stars,
these points of heartlight
give me torchtracks home
and they,
they named me
So you see,
my name is not my own
It is
You
&
I
in our farthest beyond
We are named for the perfection
that is ever- perfecting
in present progressive evering
Our name
whispers into your heartache
saying “hush now, it’s all for joy”
There is a knowing that
nothing goes wrong,
but our lenses do scratch and weather and obscure
at times
Even in the darkest of places
those stars,
those points of heartlight
call me
They call me by my true name
and hearing,
I can go home
I can realize home
where I stand
My name:
Is
~ O. W. Ojukwu, 1/17/13
