Who Am I

Unless we clearly recognise Who in truth we really are We live in a world conceptual Truth distant like yonder star Fleeting is joy, lasting is pain Our feeble form is doomed to die World of transience holds no appeal We know there’s more, so we sigh To exit the matrix and be free Cessation seems to be the way Thoughts rested, identity disappears We then see the truth, clear as day To drop identity requires courage It is after all, a leap into the unknown Yet do not all paths require surrender That we may come into our own Fortunately we can begin as a game Taking time out for quiet meditation We can return to delusion in an instant So why not choose attention oscillation To get good at this game, we must practice Just like any other sport we opt to pursue So if we if choose to give silence a chance In timeless time we become a persona new Simply stated, silence speaks to us We receive wisdom downloads from God Bliss suffuses our form, nodes come alive In childlike joy, our soul gives love a nod The knowing we garner transcends mind It is in truth a becoming as living light We become the answer needing no translator Seeing God face to face with spherical sight