So you know not who you are.
Join the club, o weary traveler.
Nor where you are bound.
Cheer up, my long lost friend!
Even God (we are told), when He awoke
this time around could only groggily
ask of Himself – Who am I?
Surely we are meant to learn the answer –
to our question and God’s – simultaneously,
at the inevitable point of our ultimate culmination.
The answer to the question God asked first;
whispered into the back of everyone’s mind,
propelling our search for the answer; the whole driving
force
behind our ceaseless desires, behind this infinite,
circular,
eternally revolving inner and outer cosmos –
Who am I, o God? Who
am I and Who are You?
O child of God, it’s more than a question,
deserving of so much more than an answer.
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