Who am I ?

Who I am? I don’t know

Recognizing me

Poem of I

I am the one who wrote before the words had the meaning,
I am the one who thinks with words,
I am the one who thinks,
I am the one who feels,
I am the one who is still there when I don’t think or feel,
I am the one who seeks for who I am,
In the whole seeker and seeking,
I take illusion of me as a father, brother or citizen,
I was there when I was in womb,
I was there when I got body,
I was there when first glimpse of passion arose between my parents,
I was there when my mom come to know about a child,
I was there when I become that child,
I was there when I got a gender,
I was there when I got a skin color,
I was there when I got a nationality,
Now after all these years.
I try to seek what I am,
And I think the answer will be understood to one,
which was there, even when there was noone to understand.
What a relief to find that I will always be here,
If my body leaves me I will still be here,
If they took all my stuff I will be here.
I have been present in every substance.
Now when I see other, I see myself.
How can my left hand hit my right hand and not feel the pain?
How can a white hit a black person and feel good?
Once I understood how connected this universe is,
I saw the whole universe within me.

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