When I let go of ideas about who you are and who I am – There Is
When I let go of reaction and the limitations of response – There Is
When preconceived ideas of how things should be compared to how they are – There Is
When FACTS, drop down to BELIEFS and beliefs turn into the realisation that nothing is actually known – There Is
Beyond thoughts and ideology, beyond shame and guilt, beyond love and peace and hopes and dreams – There Is
Who am I?
I am not who I think I am.
I am not my thoughts, my feelings, my actions, reactions, ambitions, distractions.
I wear the clothes of hopes and dreams, failure and loss, projection, rejection, fear and dejection.
My outward imagine is not who I am, it’s who I want you to see, and my internal reality makes me want to flee and hide and bury what I do and i see, with possessions and wealth, with more than I need of food and the drug of activity.
But who I am when the image has gone?
Who am I without these clothes and my hair?
Who am I really?
What lays beneath?
Tell me What’s real?
Who’s there underneath.