I am.
Once I lived a life of illusions.
I believed I was the name,
The body,
The thoughts and the emotions.
I believed I was the age,
The nationality,
The race,
The gender,
The family and the relationships.
I believed I was the possessions,
The occupations,
The creations,
The awards,
The roles and the stages.
I believed I was the preferences,
The likes and dislikes,
The pain and pleasure.
I was lost in these definitions,
Confined to a narrow understanding of myself.
So I kept asking,
Who am I?
And life always answers.
Everything I am clinging to,
Folds apart.
Everything falls apart and I contract,
Filled with fears,
My fear of losing myself.
I resist,
I control and fight back.
Something must be done.
I need to save my life,
I need to save myself.
Desperately holding on to everything that makes me.
The more I cling,
The stronger gets the storm.
Life persists,
It wants to show me.
The pain is baffling and unbearable.
I can't fight anymore.
I'm losing everything,
I'm losing myself.
It's like I'm dying.
I surrender and die to everything that is not me.
Then I realise that I am.
The illusion dies.
I am left with nothing but myself.
Untethered,
Unattached,
Unencumbered,
Unburdened,
Undefined,
Unconfined.
Simply I am.
Peace.
Eternity.
Freedom.
Pure consciousness.
Peace.
Eternity.
Freedom.
Love.
Pure consciousness.
Pure being.
If I ever define and confine myself again.
I will die as many times as I need until I remember again.
Thank you,
Life.