Who am I

mind that thinks heart that feels senses five reflect thoughts vary emotions differ senses too can ebb yet we are alive in the waking state but what of dreamless sleep where are we then we recall it not yet awake from it nevertheless so are we not the screen of aliveness upon which states come and go witnessing the flow of life what is it, this noumena upon which we witness phenomena deluded that we are this decaying form pause who is the dweller enlivening the gap between inhaling and exhaling or between two thoughts to ascertain, we become still relinquishing ownership over mind as also senses that enable cognition silence no sound, sight, taste, smell or touch we are yet alive in the eerie inky black void aglow, animated, poised in agendaless vibrance fleeting images come and go, which we release detached, unaffected, as the space element wherein bereft of movement, time too ends but mind-body tires and so we exit silence re-entering the realm of differentiated perception dependent solely upon a subject-object relationship repeated immersion in silence befriends the vast void identity recedes and we become empty of concepts seeking nothing we are just present in the bardo in timeless time we bring back in realm dual essence of silence witnessing all goings and comings with nonchalance in but not of the world, engage and disengage seamlessly something within gives, it must and so does, filling emptiness the time frame for this happenstance cannot be predicted we feel divine magnetism pervade form osmotically when Holy Spirit graces us with Its benign presence at first we as ego look upon It as an otherworldly energy because we as yet still believe we are this limited body-mind bliss magnetism fixates our attention in the enigmatic dance we have no choice; as we are taken over by the kundalini wisdom downloads follow, revealing love alone is real all good but the question ‘who am I’ yet remains, for to what avail is bliss wondrous as it is, will it not ebb away when our body dies no doubt as formless awareness we survive, born-again but being twirled about from form to form, gender rotated to what end and for what purpose are we to be in this realm diving deeper as we ask, answers are provided by universal consciousness the questioner who asks, doubts and seeks is imaginary identity thus only when in witness mode, do our fears and desires disappear so prioritising silence, awakening love that entwines existence we are as we are we so become and then one day, we see a leaf fall off the ego dies, delusion disappears and we behold true Self pulsating living light, soft white, in ineffable peace and renewal feeling complete thus, with no coming or going or doing to be done the Self is what we are, in a singularity, absolute and without any attributes boundaries between form and formlessness blur, all becomes one we are he, who we set out to seek, descending that we may ascend to grow in love