Who Am I
Am I the body
the hands and limbs
moving randomly
Am I the act of a playwright
Am I the script
that is neatly woven with the
thread of emotions
by the needle of memories
Am I a part of the play
the play that maketh life
Am I the audience
the eye
that sees that hears
that experiences fully
every twist and turn of the play
Am I the spark behind the eye
that glows when it meets the eye
Am I the mirror
nature has created for itself
to reveal itself
to itself
Am I the mindless explorer
exploring himself
Am I the thoughts that maketh the mind
the mind of the explorer
Am I the abstract
the answer to all the questions
Am I the question itself
the question that seeks an answer
but needs no answer
that knows but shies
that knows what it doesn’t know
Am I the mystery that hides it all
and smiles in ecstasy
Am I the love
the love that smiles
the love that hides
from the explorer
the innocent one
who reserves his smiles
in search of the truth
and travels miles
as the truth smiles
Dear Sniji,
I read your beautiful poem “Who am I” and loved it. You did not clarify who we really are. Some say we are the spirit yet we can’t see it. How we are to believe who we really are?
I think we are the Puppet on the strings and someone is playing with us.
Lekhram ji
Lekhram Dasmuth
March 19, 2008 at 10:14 pm
Hi Lekhram,
Thanks for the compliments.
Well, I did not clarify who we really are – because I feel the point is not in knowing who we really are, the point is about transcending several concepts we have about ourselves. And, regarding ‘the Puppet on the strings’, I believe this is a pessimistic view. Great gurus say that we completely transcend our own personality, we will be able to identify ourselves with the divine. I am not an authority to make that comment, but I do believe them.
sriniji
March 21, 2008 at 5:04 am