Who Am I ?
I know who I am.
I am me.
I am this body.
I am the thoughts that I think
and the things that I do
and the needs that I have
the desires that I fulfill
and the suffering I experience.
I am real and separate from everything
I perceive in this universe.
I can exert my free will to alter circumstances
that do not conform to a way
I think they should be.
I know who I am.
Or so it would seem.
Until the flies begin to appear
in the ointment.
My free will is not always sufficient
to eliminate the suffering I am experiencing.
I can only experience moments of happiness
in a sea of ordinary and uninspired and
I cannot fathom the end of my existence
when this body ceases to exist.
And then there are the moments when
I find myself
through no intent of my own
in a place of indescribable beauty and bliss
where there is no separation between me
and everything not me.
A place that should not exist given the model
of how it all works that I believed was true.
My happiness is not somehow dependent
on things outside of myself.
And so the question arises …
If it is not how I thought it was then
what is actually happening in this place
I thought I understood so well ?
A journey is set in motion whose purpose is
to find an answer to this question
and it will take precedence over
everything else in this life.
And so we create within us
the place of the witness and begin to notice
from an unattached perspective
the events that fill our lives and
the forces that are at work in determining
how these events unfold.
Until we eventually come to a realization
that changes everything.
We come to realize that
we are not the doer we thought we were.
Life is unfolding in the only way
it can unfold given the
forces at work and
we can’t change any of this.
We can’t even change who we are because
these changes only happen through our perception
of what we encounter in our lives.
To our amazement
we discover that the only power we have
is to be present in the moment and to
notice how it all is.
And now the question becomes real.
If I am not the doer I thought I was
then who am I ?
And another journey begins.
One that will consume us to the end
where we will come to know
who we really are
and finally be done with the
illusion of separateness.