Who Am I

What we truly know, is that we are here, alive, although stuporous as yet is our awareness, hemmed in by senses and interpreted by mind, which relies upon feeble memory recall. To make matters worse, we know not where lies our soul, which scriptures affirm but on what basis should we believe written words, for unless we feel not bliss, deep within our bones, belief is but conjecture. Truth of our being, unfettered from body-mind, requires us to dwell in time stretched tranquil silence, where what happens is, our identity recedes, yet awareness peaks, aglow in the light of Self, which we were, are and will be.