Who Am I

Sixty plus, and counting, Still running from my life: Child, athlete, writer, warrior Master Teacher, mother, wife. Still pondering the age old question, "Who am I?" Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work? Or, are these just my alibis? Who looks out longingly from my tired, tear washed eyes? Am I what I own? Where I've been? Who I've loved? Or, are these just my alibis? Does my body define me? Am I only flesh and blood? Or, am I composed of each fleeting moment, Comprised of sweetness, truth and love? Once, long ago, in a precog dream, I heard God's resonating voice whispering to me, "You are Eternal, Immortal, and nothing can hurt you." So, am I cosmic lights and spirit? Am I the path I seek? Once, long ago, out of body, I reveled in a sheath of cosmic light, Knowing the truth of my own Oneness And the ecstacy of dimensions in transcending flight. "I Am that I AM." said the most high God. Can it really be so starkly simple, To speak our truth and declare our Beingness, And all of Life our sacred temple? I am all possibility, one with my Source. Powerful, omniscient: an unwavering creative Force. By my focus and intention, I look deeply into Sri Yantra. and I become who I choose to be. By simply deciding to, I call forth the essence of me.