The whereabouts of 'being I'
Or
Where in me is 'I'
Perhaps a distant memory I am, Perchance I did exist sometime. Where am I?
Utterly alone, in peaceful sync with my surroundings, I levitate in this burdensome world. My rigid body is in sync with my surrounding, like a fetus in the womb.
An old and forgotten experience that my body seeks in hope
The experience of utter and infinite peace
Separation from the reconciliation with oneself is all too arduous
My movements are slow and placid
I am one with this world, my body slow beats call me within
In this sync with my surroundings, my body fades away until it disappears
Just an unclear awareness of being, without any point of reference, a sceptic awareness of self-existence.
Perchance I did exist sometime
Memories build a mirage of my past at the horizon that lies before me. The past I have been always escaping from.
Time, is my mind and place, is me, myself.
My shut eyes feel the surrounding behind the eyelids, for a moment. Shut eyes, conscious to inside though.
In this suspended calm, I return inside myself, to the secure house.
The voice of my thoughts echo in my ear.
‘I’ is a spot in the center of my mind.
My distance gets closer and closer to me, more transparent, more conversant.
I refine in this inner solitude, from every outer motive, every stranger’s look, every disparate thought.
I might find my lost peace in here
I may set foot in a better world