who am I . . .
who of me is asking?
who am I . . .
who of me listens to who is asking?
who am I . . .
who holds what is said as a question
that is understood
in the pursuit of understanding?
who am I . . .
who peels away the veils by asking,
who am I?
who am I . . .
who freshly revisits
the same question each time?
who am I . . .
who discovers
there is no start point?
who am I . . .
who tells myself of that discovery?
who am I . . .
who survives that news
and continues?
who am I . . .
who carries on,
knowing there is no beginning
and possibly no end?
what wisdom beckoned and received
under such rapidity?
who am I . . .
as a constancy of inquiry?
how does ‘who am I’ persist
amidst the subtlety?
where did the simplicity of asking
loose its simplicity?
who am I . . . ?
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