Who speaks with my tongue, who sees
through my eyes,
Who weeps with my sorrow, who is
born, who dies?
Who wakes every morning and acts
out my life,
Who worries, who ponders, in my
struggles and strife?
Who celebrates my triumphs, who is
sad and alone,
Who lives in this body of flesh,
blood and bone?
Who rests when I slumber, who
dreams all my dreams,
Who knows what I know, is this
world what it seems?
Who feels through my heart, who
thinks with my mind,
Who is this me that I am supposed
to find?
Who understands the twinship of
pleasure and pain?
Who knows how much bliss this human
heart can contain?
Who is the Sun that dispels all the mists?
Who sees the Divine permeating all
that exists?
Who understands this mystery of the
All in the One?
Who does nothing at all, yet leaves
nothing undone?
Who is formless and timeless, yet
the very source of being,
Who is nothing and everything, betwixt
and between?
Who shines in my heart and grants
me joyous release,
Who fills me with comfort and this
deep, ecstatic peace?
Who swallows me whole, who
dissolves me in joy,
Who is this “I “ who am I?
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