Who Am I

[Guest guest]

This was received from one calling him- or herself 'K'

 

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'Who AM I '

Months went by asking this question - 'Who Am I'

Mind provided so many answers, conditoned, borowed, bookish, dead

answers.

The answers brought no transformation - more importantly no bliss.

Answers

were peripheral.

So many answers were there :

Mind said - You are so and so

Mind said - You are body

Mind said - You are consciousness

Mind said - You are soul

Mind said- You are Brahma, the Truth

Mind said - You are Immortal

Mind said - You are Light

 

So many answers, but seemed I was untouched. Borrowed, dead answers -

bringing no significant transformation.

...then one day

I saw, question was on the periphery, answer was in the centre.

Question was borrowed. Answer was personal.

Question was deep insides, and answers that came were from deep outside

Question was mine, answers were all borrowed.

 

Just this fact, merely this observation became a transformation.

All answers from mind became useless, as if they were not required.

An illusion was shattered that mind can possibly answer.

As if a window to sun got opened, suddenly.

Mind used to answer --this was the problem - fundamental problem.

Some truth was anxious and eager to come forth, only borrowed answers

were

blocking that.

Mere awakening to this fact , sheer awakening became the answer.

But before that - only me and the question existed - intense,

passionate,

dedicated, burning question - Who Am I.

Such obsessive was the question, as if I was not existing, only the

question

existed, as if I had transformed into a living question - Who Am I.

And the explosion happened.

Answer came from some unknown dimension.

Truth never comes gradually, it comes like an explosion.

Truth cant be brought, you just create an atomopshere for it to descend.

 

Words are not answers.

Void is the answer.

State of becoming questionless is the answer.

 

 

brgds

K.

[Guest guest]

Nice Jerry.

> This was received from one calling him- or herself 'K'

 

Good stuff.

 

Love Wim