Poetry
Making the question of who we are redundant
Who are we?Can we know?
Just a flowing stream of stuff?
An idea from the source
Resulting in this life?
We can calculate,
We can choose
We can address ourselves
so potently as
“I"...
...Or we can go beyond
the question altogether.
By being just a breathing
Sentient self
With a beating heart:
In and out,
Expanding,
Contracting,
Being
Love.
© Sophie Brown 24th March 2024