Trying to find myself
A lifetime of effort
With no beginning
And no End
Going down one-way streets
The wrong way
Ending up in dead-ends
Long times of searching
With nothing to show
I know the ‘what’, but not the ‘who’
The ‘what’ is easy
The ‘who’ unfathomable
The mirror tells the outer story
The dreams maybe the inner
What do my actions and reactions
Tell about who I am?
Are my moods, my happiness, and sadness
Linked to my essence, the ‘who’?
Will I know only for sure
After I die, when I am just soul?
Are the answers in this other dimension
Never to be known in physical life?
Why do I need to know ‘who’ I am?
Is it not enough to know ‘what’ I am?
Would I live my life differently
If I knew ‘who’ I am?
I guess I will never know
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
I feel your frustration in this one, Fred. The 'path to self' is a difficult one to bear in this occluded state of humanness. As you know by now, once on it there is no exit ramp.
I empathize with you, my friend ... and congratulations! You have expressed it well in this fine poem!
Thanks Louis, you did get the feeling I wanted to convey exactly right. I AM frustrated. Here I am, having lived in this body for 69 years, and I still don't know everything about it! Especially the brain/soul part. Ah well, I will find out eventually, either between life-times or in a future life.
Very good write, the 'what' in our lives is complicated and may never be known but the 'why' in our lives is even more complicated and is unanswerable - why?
Thanks goldie! Indeed, why?
Good write Fred. Erm, maybe thinking of ourselves as 'me, myself, and I' makes it even more complicated?! We're only one person. lol.
Am not so sure you are only ONE person, orchidee. There is orchi the writer of beautiful hymns, there is orchi who is married to KP, there is orchi who was arond in, what was it 1060?, there is orchi the sherry drinker!
Hee hee I might be the same person a very old one, millions of years old, gets in everywhere!
Yes this question vexes us all and it seems we have to wait Fred for the truth to come out when we "cast off this vessel" -- an appealingly well-written and honest write.
Thanks so much Fay! I guess you are right, but we can at least try.
You are in the life that you are building, you won't know who you are till the end.
Thank you m&m, great comment! I am learning from all of your inputs!
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