I Am Human To the Core

If I am not the mind and I am not the body then who and what am I and if I am as subtle as a stick of incense in a void of air then why when you touch me I can feel it and why when you smile, I sigh If I am not the finite mind and I am not the ever changing body mass then what invisible non material controls me like pliable sea grass if I breathe and the breath disappears in me will I oxidate like brass Why am I me rather than someone else, where does my identity lie is this a vehicle that is stationed as an observer or an actor in decry and if I am not the brain of me and I am not the bulk then when I die What part of me survives and wanders through the parting veils of time if I'm more then mere cerebrum or a figure can I still mirror the Divine why is the soul transparent and why did God create it thin as twine Body mind and spirit stock, if we unlock the truth inside we will be free can I ignore one part of it and then expect to find the wholesome me if I am not the element of my thoughts nor the solid object that I see Then I am neither this nor that but all of it and more, like a lion I can roar I am body, mind, intellect and soul, a child of God and so much more I love all the parts of me that make me whole, I am human to the core. Sept 15 2022