Who, What am I?
Buried deeply
under this
flesh of a body…..
A gender?
A thought?
An emotion?
A consciousness?
A space?
A time?
A journey?
Destiny?
How this home of a body
flows through time.
With an ‘I’
ever mysterious,
seated inside.
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights: On Popular Demand – That which we seek; deep within will find – “IDENTITY” [9] @ A Dash Of Sunny
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
In all seriousness perhaps as an assurance one often asks. It may just trigger off to act on some aspects of motivating oneself!
Hank
You know I love this :D….maybe it is time to free the “I” XXX
Whistles!! ❤❤ This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Sumana 🙂 the poem leaves me in deep and peaceful contemplation regarding our significance and history behind existence upon this earth. Especially enamored by the lines ‘How this home of a body flows through time. With an ‘I’ ever mysterious seated inside.’ Beautifully expressed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤❤
Lots of love,
Sanaa
How important it is to believe in oneself. This can be done by being your own best friend accepting your mistakes and praising even small achievements.
What an infinite and wonderful flight through identity..i felt like i was drifting through space..perhaps the questions are a knowing in themselves
I love “how this home of a body flows through time.” Such a wonderful reflection.
Sumana, I think this is a question we struggle with throughout our lives. Who am I? We ask this when we are young, middle aged, old. The question is the same, and the answers may change with time….
How the I, can conflict within, fighting with its own egotistical ways, instead of just being. Such an enjoyable read, especially……………..
How this home of a body
flows through time.
With an ‘I’
ever mysterious,
seated inside.
Indeed, one of the great mysteries! I haven’t yet found the answer; perhaps there is not just one.
Who am I and what am I doing here…how these questions taunt us.. nicely done Sumana.
it is the i in eternity – very nice description of the body in its temporal space carrying the I inside
“who am i?” yes, being asking this question for a while.
perhaps it is just a temporal stage of a very long journey? 🙂
It’s a mystery…we can only know by learning from others who have gone before and have left clues behind in their teachings and words. Even then we can only gain an inkling .We are here to serve and enrich each others lives in myriad small ways . This is the path to happiness…giving.
I think the mystery of the I inside is one we constantly ask (or should) as ourselves…
You ask the important questions Sumana–the ones that drive me as a poet–and a perso–
Recognizing spirit/soul within the body isn’t it awakening for us at any stage of evolution…this identity sometimes so controversial, and we start to move to alignment …
Ah, the wonderful thoughts that come out of the Self… so poetic… so true…
We all wonder about these things as we go through life. Its amazing how many ways we can define ourselves and yet all definitions fall short.
We wake every morning and have to again waken to ourself and who we are…bkm
This is a fascinating piece that brilliantly articulates that nebulous quality which, for most of us, is our life’s quest: Who am I? I do think that with introspection and honesty we may come closer to answering that question, though, I doubt, that it is ever fully comprehended – at least not on this mortal earth.
Who am I? That is a very good question and I think it is one we may never really know the answer to, as we are always evolving in the journey. I often ask myself that question. In the end we will become particles of cosmic dust. Who am I, I think perhaps a being with a spirit that will live on.
A question we all ask from time to time….
Thunderous applause for “an ‘I’ever mysterious, seated inside.” An identity well-conveyed.
Thank you for celebrating the mystery of being human!
A thought provoking poem. Beautifully written 🙂
“an ‘I’
ever mysterious,
seated inside.” Profound!