Who Am I? Poem by Damion Hamilton

I am not the body

I am not my fingers

my lungs, toes

eyes, nor breath

there is something else which is going on

the mind growths and decays

along with the body

but something else remains

when you really focus on it

when you really focus on it

everything you have learned disappears

along with your own thoughts

and desires

there is something other than your heart

and your lungs

this thing connects you with the whole

and is equal to bugs and insects and trees

I am a mortal man, and think of those

who are no longer here in the body, the dead

they are some where

just not in front of me, cant be perceived through the senses

but this, I can feel, just as a tree

lives,

I am nowhere near as profound

as Ramana Maharshi

But the I is not me

it is our world

and your ego, is not you

at all