Who Am I

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