Who am I?
One of those devils that lure
Or Am I the Buddha, peaceful & pure?

Am I that
Which laughed at others?
Or Am I that
Which cried for those sisters & brothers?

Am I a nature’s weird chemical probability?
Or as they say, a source of infinite possibility?
Am I the one full of love and full of fear?
Or just a bundle of contradictions, far and near!

Am I the world’s powerful thought?
Or lost in it, just a stupid naught?

What is this Truth?
And why do you push me on to know it?
For, Now I believe, to know is not to be!

I had known
Jasmine from a Rose,
Poetry from a Prose!
Love and hate,
Fear and Fate!

Knowing all, I never seem to be done!
A lot I know, and sadly now, I can be none!

Seems it does not help much to know!
To be continually born and to grow!
So now, why should I know me?
For to know, it seems my friend, is not to be!

So I guess for now,
I would stop to try Knowing myself
And just stick to truly Being myself!

Inspired by: Osho’s “Awareness”