Who am I?
I am not my body
Or even my personality
I put these on like clothes
They fall away
But I am not naked
Because there is no form
Under my ego
My stories
My drama
And experiences
Are interesting
But they are not me
Who am I?
Sitting in a room
With a dog
And a candle
Kids upstairs
Rain outside
I feel a gap
It’s all a game
impermanent
Like this idea
of me.
Who am I?
Each day I am different
Changing, growing
Older, wiser, more wrinkled
More vulnerable
less sure
Of anything
Of who
I think I am
The veil is thin
I fall away
And what is left
But experience
Right now
From this place
No self
It’s all so fun
This life thing
So engaging,
varied,
interesting
Exciting
Terrifying
Tragic
Ecstatic
Adventurous
Who am I?
A verb
An action
Experience itself
not my body
Not my voice
Or personality
Not my mind
Or feelings,
Or work
Or art
Though all these things
Help me receive
And express
The little slice
Of reality
That moves through me
If I let it
Who am I?
Am I life itself?
Perhaps
And if I grow
just a little bit
Or fall away some more
Perhaps I will
Be love
Perhaps
After that
I will
Be one
With God
We’ll see
Who I really am
i hope