what am i?

"even 'now' is a concept.
by the time you grasp it,
it is gone"
byron katie

so what am i
now?
gone


only an image of the past is ever seen

pure imagination

so
who is the dreamer,
the believer,
prior to believing
i,
body,
mother?

who would i be
without this picture of the past?

my clothing,
that con trap tion,
of hard
rigid
solid
firmly set
unquestionable,

fidelity to "me"
loyalty to this concept

unwrapping the
mummy,
the believer,
strip by strip,

not too suddenly
or light feels harsh
and blinding

the mind
is gently opened
one link
one link
one link

sometimes a chunk
seems to fall,
but it can never be pried,
never forced,
never a moment before it does
of its own accord

or the mind only holds on tighter
for its dear
death,
 god of weakness
identity

no,
first a toe
in the water of freedom,
of clarity

a kiss
to the Stranger
it once denied
was itself

and the warmth
that floods
the mind
assures itself
this is the Way

no price to pay
ever

no loss possible

what am i
without the belief
"i" am,
(what i think --all past learning...)?


resting
resting
resting

now
you can be told...

a new experience

possible