Who am I?

Who am I?

I lie down in savasana
and scan my body from the inside
it relaxes and is still
I remain aware
like a guest on vacation in my body.

I am not my body.
I am not my mind.
The I, whoever I is,
is here though,
all the time.
If I am the force
behind these words
upon this page
It is strange that oft I feel I am,
by my words, enslaved.

When my thoughts run riot
there is a silent me behind
I am the witness of my thoughts
I am the space between the lines.

I lie down in corpse pose
I let go and observe the breath of life breathe me
my belly and pelvic floor expands
and I feel the life force rising chi.

I am a receptacle for this prana
I am a channel of the divine
Life is a great mystery
when I float with it, sublime.

I have searched for my beginning
I cannot find the start
but I’ve found an electric pulse
and heard the beating of my heart.

I am sitting by the fireside
I am living at the Western edge
I am listening to the North wind
and the music thundering in my head
I am woman
I am mother
I am a dancer and the danced

I am a fool child
kaleidoscopic colour
I am by this life entranced

And yet
when I journey deep inside myself
all meanings fall away
I am life living itself
I am not my name