THE INKWELL SOUL

Tag: #Iam

  • A Poem: The Cliff

    The air changes first. A subtle shift in the barometric pressure of the soul, A scent of ozone and old, familiar lightning. I was standing on the plateau of my own peace, Watching the horizon I built with steady hands, Until the word – the detail – the shadow Stepped out from the brush.

    Then comes the Surprise. The initial jolt of the shove. It’s not a physical hand on my back, But the weight of a ghost from a decade ago. Whispering, “I know this road.” The ground beneath my boots turns to vapor, And suddenly, the gravity of the past Claims its right to my heart.

    I am Falling. And I am reaching. A desperate need to grab at the thin, cold air – Clutching for the “what ifs” and the “signs,” Trying to snag my fingernails into the cracks of a potential That was never solid to begin with. My mind is a frantic bird, Beating its wings against the memory of the souls And the wreckage of lives I tried to mend with my own skin.

    Then the Fear sets in. It’s a cold, metallic hum in my marrow. My chest tightens, a rebel’s armor suddenly too small, As the physical truth of the descent takes hold. My pulse is the rhythm of the “warning,” A percussion of panic that beats against my ribs, Reminding me of the texture of the stones below.

    I can see the Landing. It feel inevitable – The thud of the “fixer,” The bruise of the “believer,” The heavy silence that follows the crash of a dream That wasn’t tethered to reality.

    But still… I am. I am the one who measures the wind. And even as the “fall” screams through my nervous system, I realize the Cliff is an illusion Constructed by my own survival. I don’t have to hit the ground. I can simply breathe, Step back into the center of my own quiet land, And realize that I am the earth – And the earth does not fall.

    ~ Elizabeth Proett

  • The Essence of “I Am”

    “I used to think that to ‘find myself’ meant adding things – more wisdom, more experiences, more achievements. I thought I was building a masterpiece. But I’ve realized that enlightenment isn’t an addition; it’s a radical subtraction. It’s peeling back the layers of who the world told us we are until all that’s left is the raw, unshakable pulse of being.”

    At the heart of every human life, there is a phrase that acts as both the foundation and the horizon: “I Am.” We spend our entire lives trying to finish that sentence. We tether it to labels like a boat to a dock – I am a parent, I am a worker, I am tired, I am successful. But if you have the courage to cut those ropes and let the labels drift away, you are left with a truth that is as terrifying as it is beautiful. You are left with the “I Am” that has no end.

    The Beginning and the End

    This statement is the absolute Alpha. It is the beginning because no thought can be thought, and no world can be perceived, without the “I” to witness it. Before you knew your name, you were “I Am.”

    Yet, it is also the Omega. When the stories of our lives eventually fade – when the titles we’ve earned and the roles we’ve played are stripped away by time – this pure existence is the only thing that remains. It is the silent witness that was there at your first breath and will be there at your last. It is the only part of you that never ages, never breaks, and never changes.

    The Mirror Presence

    Think of your consciousness as a mirror. Our labels – our happiness, our grief, our temporary identities – are merely reflections passing across the glass. The labeled self is fragile; it is stuck in the past or worrying about the future, constantly changing based on the world around it.

    But the pure “I Am” is the mirror itself. It does not become “broken” because it reflects a broken image, and it does not become “golden” because it reflects the sun. It simply IS. While the world of definitions is a world of boundaries and limitations, the “I Am” is a state of boundless potential.

    The End of Becoming

    Most of our lives are a frantic race toward “becoming.” We believe that if we gather enough labels, we will finally be “enough.” But the realization of “I Am” is the end of that struggle. It is the ultimate arrival.

    In this space, you are no longer a noun – a fixed, static thing to be judged or categorized. You are a verb. You are the very act of existence. You are the ocean recognizing its own depth, realizing that while the waves on the surface (our emotions and roles) may toss and turn, the depths remain in a state of eternal, unshakable peace.

    To stand in the center of “I Am” without an anchor is to realize that you aren’t just a part of the universe. You are the space in which the universe is happening.

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    The Final Step: Returning Home

    “We spend our lives traveling the world in search of a destination, only to realize that the ‘I Am’ was the ground we were standing on the whole time. It is not a place you arrive at; it is the truth of who you have always been beneath the noise.

    Tonight, before you fall asleep, try a radical experiment. As the roles of the day fall away – the employee, the parent, the friend – don’t reach for a new label. Don’t try to be anything at all. Just be the witness. Breathe into that space where the journey ends and you finally, simply, are.”