I struggle to know myself.
I search but never find.
It seems when I find it, I lose it.
It comes and goes like the wind.
I go wherever the wind blows.
I change to suit my needs.
I am someone with the store clerk.
With my friends I am someone else.
Each is a mask I wear.
I do not know which 'I' lies behind.
Which I is true?
Which I is false?
That is the great mystery.
To find it is to know myself.
In time I have grown.
I was not the same when I was young.
My experiences have made me mature,
and gave me character throughout the years.
But when I mature, do I become someone else,
or have I always been the same?
When I look for myself through actions,
I become more and more defined.
When this is threatened I defend it.
When it fails me, I shatter,
and a new me replaces the old.
It seems like I come and go out of existence.
If I change, what part of me stays the same?
If I fade, how could I ever be real?
When I am old and grey,
will everything I ever was, be like a dream?
All my masks,
my experiences,
my actions?
If that is true, what remains?
Something strange happens,
when I let myself shatter without protest,
when I am damaged and let go,
then my actions do not come from myself.
They just flow through me.
Can I accept the twists and turns of life?
Can I accept the pain that comes with it?
My mind and emotions stop me,
but my heart tells me what I must do.
It is life that flows through me.
It will show me who I am.
It is I who does not exist.
It stands between I and life.
Yet I cannot sever anything,
because life and I are always together.
It is life that truly remains,
because I cannot live forever.
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Life- A Book of Poems
PoetryThese poems were written to inspire, motivate, and uplift others in their everyday lives. They are heavility inspired by the 'The Tao Te Ching' as well as other spiritual teachers like 'Eckhart Tolle' and 'Mooji'. I was inspired to write poems that...
