Who am I?

They say that this is an important question that few can answer directly and truthfully.

Okay, here goes: you can accept the cold, clear touch of living water in the very quick of you;

you can accept the deep peace of the pattern of music that holds you;

you can relax in knowing the unknowingness of knowing;

you can sense, directly, being part of the infinite circle;

you can put your livingness into the next second of every minute;

you can lose your unnecessary identity, easily;

and assume, with all the grace your imagination supplies

that which is given to you

as a special path

to nothing more special

than two or three details

that fill the next moment

fully.



They will tell you

who you are.