(Long pauses between thoughts. Let the silence speak as much as the words.) Before your name... Before your birthday... Before your story... There was... Life. ... No one had called you... Anything. Yet you were. ... Before... Son. Daughter. Brother. Sister. Christian. American. Successful. Failure. Good. Bad. Before every label... There was simply... Being. ... A newborn... Knows nothing... Of names. Nothing... Of religion. Nothing... Of nationality. Nothing... Of success. Nothing... Of failure. Yet no one... Would say... The newborn... Is missing... Life. So... ... What arrived... After Life? The labels? Or You? ... Moses asked... "What is Thy Name?" The answer... Was not... Abraham. Isaac. Jacob. King. Master. The answer was... "I AM." Could it be... That before every name... Before every title... Before every description... There has only ever been... I AM? And every other name... Was borrowed... For a little while. Sit quietly Let your name.. Become silent. Notice... What remains I AM.
