Saturday, 23 April 2011

Who am I?

Who am I? I keep wondering. 
The answer returned to me blank.
It cannot be blank or, can it?

My name is Hoselita . . .
It doesn't quiet say who I am does it?

It is just a name. It could have been Mabel, faith...
So what now. Ok this is my body, my hand, my spine
So what is it that claims this body, this face as "mine"

My thought spiralled through aeons path threaded
Choas and darkness, yet the answer returned to me void.

Through passages, shapes, wave of colour, 
meandering all around me, pathing ways,
Consciousness taking flight to planes unknown,
To regions without name or form.

Just the sound of Omm, the vibrations of all forms 
and worlds trying to take shape, to come to be

Knowing that as soon as I thrust my consciousness 
downward it will eventually solidify

The I that claims this body of mine, my face, my soul . . .
Is it the feeling of nothingness or all encompassing 
feeling of universality

What do I really feel? 
It is the feeling of all and nothing

It just is!

It melts away and becomes everything.
As fluid as water but not water as fleeting as time but not time
As wide and all encompassing as the smallest particles of being 
but can be seen bursting through nature, exuding brilliant lights, 
trying to take shape, assume a shade, moving like waves of colou.r

Is this life?
Is this my reality
Is this who I am?
Nothing and everything?

I am who I am. A creation of light