what is I?
At times identity seems like such a fixed thing,
I have planted stakes of declaration about what, who, and how I am, feeling unwavering and willing to fight for it. But over time, there is change. Identities that I so doggedly held now feel as if to keep them, I must grip them tightly, and in fact, they are gripping me. Contracting around me. If I keep holding on they will drag me with them into their death, and I will fall away from my center.
I am interested in the core, the through line, the subtle truth that shows up like a whispering glance in all things. What is the through line of my identity? I get an image of a pulsing light and resonating tone. This light and tone gathers substance to it. Substance as matter that needs to periodically slough off and move on its way to decomposition, otherwise it slowly muffles and blocks the resonant center. The manifestations are already on their way to decay, and yet they have a lifespan to live.
What is it to witness, give birth fully, and yet, not grip at our identities?
If you complete this sentence 25 times;
I AM……
How much variety of answers would you get? How many would be temporary states? And if you complete that over 25 years, what would stay the same?
If my place of awareness shifts to my core, as close as I can get to the pulsing vibrations, will my outer identity become flexible, responsive?
“Essence is Emptiness-
Everything else, Accidental.”
Rumi