Who am I

Ramana the sage, paused to ask, who are we behind ego’s mask, as that that does not come and go, light of Self, found in stillness slow? Bound head to foot in life’s circus, theories proposed serve no purpose; until we see, how can we know, light of Self, found in stillness slow? The sun shines equally on all, thus false are fables of man’s fall, so we rest and let God endow, light of Self, found in stillness slow.