You who call yourself “shy”…look deeper at your life. Can you find a place where you express yourself without hesitation, where you’re outgoing, where you aren’t afraid to shout to the sky: “I AM!”
You who call yourself “outgoing”…c’mon, look deeper. Can you find a shy side, a reserved side, a scared little kid afraid to say “boo”? Can you find the part of yourself which longs to hide under a tree, in the chickadee hollow, in the deepest ravine?
You who call yourself a happy person…can you dive beneath murky waters to discover the part of your soul which weeps at injustice, at sorrow, at unfairness? Are you brave enough to grieve; can your tears fill a lake in which your dearly departed dips an oar to reach the other side?
You who view the world pessimistically, who rail at snow and thunderstorms and hot weather…can you find the child within who looked for the rainbow’s end, who knew gold scattered between stones on riverbeds, who smiled endlessly for no reason at all except the goldfinch song?
You who label yourself “rich”…can you find that which is poor within? That which is hungry? That which never gleans enough inner wheat? If you call yourself “poor”…can you discover that which shines brighter than the nearest sun within your empty beating heart?
You who call yourself a leader…is there an inner follower wanting only to turn left, right, up, down as nature dictates? You who think you’re a follower…have you ever lead down forest paths without hesitation? Have you ever witnessed a single other breathe, “Yes! You’re right! Thank you!”
We who call ourselves names, who wear labels as we rise from midnight beds, have we ever glimpsed ourselves beyond the mental clothes into the fullness of ourselves?
Have you ever lost your humanity–even for an instant–and knew yourself as the blue jay darting among spruces? As the river babbling to the lake? As the sun rising beyond your greatest expectations, your greatest hopes?
Have you ever known, even briefly, that this room is yourself? That everything you perceive and think and dream and do is yourself? And that label “yourself” stretches along a Milky Way of infinite possibilities beyond any name you’ll ever laughingly call yourself ever again.