Musings of a Seeker

I am not the relationships I haveNor the professional bonds incurredI am not the storehouse of information gatheredOr the knowledge imparterI am not the action nor the doerAlso not the recepient of reactions I am not a name or a wordNeither a feeling or emotion Not even the intelligence or the ego I know I do not feel myself AgeingAlso, I know a part of me is a witness to my doingsI hear myself guiding me silently Resonating with the needyAnd feeling guilty at wrong doingsYet I seem unable to fathom orGrasp at the unseen identity withinWhat that is not my body and mind Unchanging and ever still

The search for the truth of existence involves losing your identity and everything associated with it including the body and mind, leading finally to a question that is profound and earth shattering, who am I actually?

In response to RXC#318

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