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This is the original question, isn't it? Yet we leave it to the bitter end.
We put off looking closely at ourselves until we can't avoid it.
I guess we fear that our universe might collapse the moment we answer that first question.
And it might.
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Who am I?
So many forms to see. So many things to be.
Each one has a universe quite it's own. And one by one, I try them on. |
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But nothing seems to fit quite right.
I can get a good part of my soul into anything I want, but I can never squeeze the whole of my being into something that's not me.
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"I could be a sand dollar"! I think, until I realize that I haven't got a clue how sand dollars should behave.
"If I had a good sand dollar teacher I could learn," my thoughts continue. |
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And so I try to fit my mind into one world after another in futile entertainment.
Meanwhile, the universe that is my own sits patiently, waiting till the end of time inside of me, hoping to be noticed.
I hear its call sometimes and ask myself, "Who am I"?
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Yes, that last shot is mistletoe. The first one is a jacaranda seed pod.
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Have a great month,
Todd |
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