10/7/2014
I am the road not often traveled
I am the singing river
that flows endlessly to the distant sea.
I am the question and the answer.
I am the last oak leaf freely falling
to the waiting earth home.
I am the homeless, the outcast,
the oppressed, the feared,
the outsider, and the enemy.
I am the singer and the song.
I am the only apple on the old tree
in the abandoned orchard.
I am the lost poem always
waiting for the eternal reader.
I am the unseen daisy dying
beside the forsaken rock wall.
I am the saint and the sinner.
I am the faithful goose flying homeward.
I am the word and the silence.
I am the lone wolf howling
nightly to the fading moonlight.
I am the single spear of bent
grass ever seeking the touch of the rising sun.
I am the forgotten, rejected poet.
I am the known, the unknown,
the heard, the unheard,
the seen, the unseen,
the Earth, the Heaven,
the soul, the spirit,
the Death and the Life.
I am the muse, the madman,
the mystic, and the prophet.
I am the journey, the home,
the beginning, the end,
the creator and the creation.
I am the vision, the transformation,
the imagination, and the possibilities.
I am the vision, the transformation,
the imagination, and the possibilities.
I am the history, all sacred
traditions, the new, the old,
the finite, and the everlasting.
I am all this and more.
I am the All! I am! Richard W. Bachtold I met Richard at the annual St. Francis Day event at Agape Community in Ware, MA. This wonderful piece
is from his book Poems of the One. The author may be contacted by mail: Richard W, Bachtold, Gilbertville, MA 01031-9843
I am the singing river
that flows endlessly to the distant sea.
I am the question and the answer.
I am the last oak leaf freely falling
to the waiting earth home.
I am the homeless, the outcast,
the oppressed, the feared,
the outsider, and the enemy.
I am the singer and the song.
I am the only apple on the old tree
in the abandoned orchard.
I am the lost poem always
waiting for the eternal reader.
I am the unseen daisy dying
beside the forsaken rock wall.
I am the saint and the sinner.
I am the faithful goose flying homeward.
I am the word and the silence.
I am the lone wolf howling
nightly to the fading moonlight.
I am the single spear of bent
grass ever seeking the touch of the rising sun.
I am the forgotten, rejected poet.
I am the known, the unknown,
the heard, the unheard,
the seen, the unseen,
the Earth, the Heaven,
the soul, the spirit,
the Death and the Life.
I am the muse, the madman,
the mystic, and the prophet.
I am the journey, the home,
the beginning, the end,
the creator and the creation.
I am the vision, the transformation,
the imagination, and the possibilities.
I am the vision, the transformation,
the imagination, and the possibilities.
I am the history, all sacred
traditions, the new, the old,
the finite, and the everlasting.
I am all this and more.
I am the All! I am! Richard W. Bachtold I met Richard at the annual St. Francis Day event at Agape Community in Ware, MA. This wonderful piece
is from his book Poems of the One. The author may be contacted by mail: Richard W, Bachtold, Gilbertville, MA 01031-9843 
The Broken Spear Vision 