Who am i?
But a lonely cloud up in the sky,
Or an eye,
On the wing of a butterfly?
A lettuce leaf without a slug,
Or Mary Jane who some call a drug?
Special K, is it made of corn?
Or something to help us Be, reborn?
As i awaken from sleep falling back into mind,
Returning to illusion with thoughts entwined,
Come back to the heart! Remember this!
Forget the false i and return to bliss.
I don't know why i'm writing in rhyme,
Confusion perhaps born from space and time.
A Praying Mantis upon my knee,
Is this me?
Balls made of coconut, dates and much more,
With reheated coffee, served at the door
Of the background of stillness, which can never die.
Is it you? Is it me? Who or what are we?
Con amor
Atma
My previous post, also a poem: @atma.love/inter-galactic-space-time-dream
My next post, a recipe for Quick Pan Fried Banana Cookie/Muffins:
@atma.love/quick-pan-fried-vegan-banana
