Who is this??

Who is this “me”
I think I am?

This skin?
This hair?
These hips and feet?

Who is this“me”I think I am?

Artist?
Teacher?
Traveler?
Seeker?

Am I not earth, wind, fire, water?
Am I the thoughts I think,
the feelings I feel?

I think not.

Everything I grasp slips away,
turns to dust, blows in the wind.

Am I the song in my soul?
The rhythm in my feet?
The pulse of time
through my veins?

Am I not a mere particle
in some vast system of life,
pulsing with the rest of life
thinking “I” am separate?

Who is separate?

You?
Me?

There is no “I” to know
so, there is no answer
to write down.

February 7, 2025, Colombia