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any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Identity
I really do not know
Who or what I am
All I feel is that
I am a bundle of consciousness
Entrapped in a weather beaten body
With a delusive mind
That often directs me
Into action
Making me its slave
A slave to its hunger
To its passions
To its desire
To its happiness
To its ailment
How I wish to break free
And have my own identity
What would that be like
I wonder though
May be a very abstract ‘I’
Without the attributes of a body,
A name, a gender, a religion,
A home, a language, a country
And never enthralled by this magic that world
is
It would perhaps be very out of this world
Will that ‘I’ be infinite, eternal
Omniscient and omnipotent
I really do not know
All I know is that
I am a spark of consciousness
Intent to end this slavery
To find out my true identity
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Identity
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