The most inspirational figure in my life - my old man, wrote this...
I am the wind rider, I am a free runner. I am the echo of the breeze
I am the rhythm that danced in this place long before these walls grew and told me I could no longer skip and play here.
I am the mist that spins when the wind blows and the smoke that curls when it does not.
I see your boundaries; but they are grey and dull, adding nothing to the coloured rivers that flow around my imagination.
When did you lose your colour? Where did you hide your vision? Perhaps I can help you find them.
I am the deer which springs - and the wolf that chases after, determined and focussed
The leap of the salmon Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and the stoop of the eagle, snatching it from the water to sprinkle diamond scales across the sky.
I am Tao and Manitou
I am the dolphin spinning from the deep ocean in an effort to reach the moon.
I am the otter that chases only the fastest fish so as to fill his soul as well as his belly.
I am the flickering of a fire that burns no-one yet fuels my need to fly.
When the flame eventually dies I know the embers will warm me for a long time.
You see me as the Helm wind, the Sirocco, Mistral and Chinook the snow eater.
But I am only the grass that sways, a sycamore seed spinning through the air searching for a forgiving place upon which to land and grow.
I am new lifeblood, driven around the city by a heartbeat you no longer hear. A freshly risen sun, which challenges your naming of the seasons.
I am the languid curve - spray painted across these straight walls, that infuriates your sensibilities, by offence?
Or by reminding you that once, long ago, you were young and filled with vitality?
I want to be the smile that stills your shaking heads, the favourite picture of your children superimposed over a poster of Che Guevara.
To show you the flight of a swallow, not the path of a bullet. The sparkling of a whirlpool not the terror of a tornado.
A secret symphony of future creation that moves to the beat of rock and roll.
I am timeless, not new age. Ageless, not limited. Limitless.
I am the breath that, even as you turn to look slips around you and is gone.
The soft whistle of excitement you heard before time gently eased it from your memory.
I am that free spirit your youth embraced for five heartbeats. And now wishes it had been ten.
I leap and curl; float, spin and race. Sliding through concrete and steel
Parting it, as a fish through water. I am the swift river, the slow glacier, carving a route through the hard landscape.
Leaving no trace of my passing, just a ripple that gently fades.
Je suis le cavalier de vent, je suis le traceur.
The spinning stone that skips across the fragile surface of the water. Refusing to give in to gravity and be drawn down.
I am the memory of the first time you flew a kite and watched it hang against the clouds.
Energy unleashed, fear controlled.
If you are unable to join in the dance at least do not seek to end the music.
I am the Art, I am the Way. The legacy of Shigeru and the spirit of the Little Dragon.
A gibbon, travelling through the canopy of the urban jungle.
Running, leaping, moving, not because I must.
But because I can.
Ã‚Â©R.Stevens Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Feb 2005
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on Fri Dec 08, 2006 1:58 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Stillness within motion; motion within stillness