Who am I?

Life is a curious thing. Being alive and experiencing this world and all that it encompasses.

Who am I? It’s a big question. Who am I really? Looking past all the outer layers. Sure, perhaps those are a part of me but I want to go deeper and break through each layer. Who am I? Can this question be answered? Is it a futile endeavor?

I wonder if there is such a thing as liberation. I wonder if it is possible to truly surrender and let go. What would living be like if I could let go? Simply trust all that is and all that needs to be in this very moment.

It’s amazing how the waves of emotions come and go. Even more, it’s amazing how closely I find myself identifying with these passing emotions as though they are me, all of me. Those voices pass through nearly every moment of every day, creating some narrative of my waking experience. Why do I listen to this voice? Why do I trust this voice? Why do I think this voice is me?

That voice surely feels like me, the way it grips and holds me with power and force.

I’m learning to simply notice it as often as I can throughout my days, hoping that this practice of observation will bring a sense of peace. I wonder if I can find more peace in my life, not from external happenings but through this inner world and inner work.

What if I could just let it all go and just be? To simply be, how nice that seems to be. At least in my imagination it appears blissful.

Liberation from suffering.

Through breath, movement, writing, community, nature.

The source is the light. Everything else is piled on top, filling it in and clouding it out. Just to stand atop a precious and remote mountain alone gazing at the extensive landscape, snow capped peaks, wind blowing briskly, feeling this peace, letting this peace move through us, all the way.

The mountain knows the way. Let us be with the mountain. Let us be with the running waters. Let us be with expansive cosmos. Let us be this light and love.

The human way, the human experience, the heart needs to lead the way. The silence of the night. The darkness and the fear. Overwhelmed and then theirs nothing. Look around, go inside, go all the way. Don’t hold back, don’t hold back. Be true, your true self, dream, DREAM, live the dream.

An endless dance, a song always playing, tears filling the eye. Don’t you see? Don’t you remember? It’s time to go back home. Let us go home.