‘me’ is a mystery
to myself and to the world
of teeming memies
it morphs on-demand
to become … whatever is
projected-then-perceived
it’s a shape-shifter
expert nanodrama artist
in cunning disguise
but no such mystery
shrouds the changeless One called ‘I’
right here, always ON
Creation’s unblinking eye
echoes from emptiness 
Gorgeous.
Thanks Amrita – there’s a petulant me-me here who would love to take the credit! [Chuckles.]
hard for that “me” not to want it! ha, ha…….
As you know so well, dear Kai, ‘want’ is another word for ‘me’ [more chuckles]
Yep, synonyms……oh but ever entertaining!
Where would our poetry be without them eh? 🙂
all that is mine is for me, for all to see
Perfect View Diana – thank you!
‘I’ is not a mystery. Yes.
… ever in plain view, naked and numinous …
Thanks for your comment Alberto.
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