My father is the sky in which I breathe
My mother is the Earth on which I walk
I know their son but I am not he.
Then, who am I?
My heart is love
My head insight,
I am both, no, neither.
So, who am I?
When I close my eyes, the whole world disappears
When I open my eyes, I am reborn
I witness all of life.
But, who Is this I?
This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva.