Who Am I?
Am I untold, a feather’s touch
Am I a man of sorrow?
Do I break bread with Him who lurks
Inside my heart and shadow
Do I detect the one straight line
That guides me like an arrow?
Do I move out from my own Heart?
Do I rise up tomorrow?
These questions they do haunt me now
They ask of me to wrest
From life’s security and rich lore
That which I need that’s best
For If I am to partake of this
And work my way to centre
Then I must know what is this bliss
What is my life when answered?
Am I the one who questions now?
Am I the one who answers?
Am I the one who looks down upon
The one who asks then ponders?
Am I the one who hesitates?
Am I the one who falters?
Am I the one who rises up
And gives life back its postures?
Do I stand here when you are there?
Or do I stand there too?
Is there more than one of me
Or only one of You?
I am told by those who know
That questions are their answers
Because those who ask are destined to
Find their place ever after