who are you
when you’re not constantly
on social media?
when you’re not sharing
your selfies, your mundane and mediocre
when you’re not broadcasting
your insights, your threadbare, faded
what do you see
when you’re not there
telling yourself the old stories
(identify – label – judge)?
when there’s no observer
standing separate from
texture, color, energy?
when time and space
disappear, taking out your memorybank (poof!)
leaving . . . . . . . . . what?
who are you in that apocalyptic instant
when you realise that
every hard-earned conviction you hold
is merely an empty concept?
who are you when you aren’t there?
[conceptual answers not permitted; keep emptying!]
Drawing by Michael Leunig – it also accompanies this post from the early days of ‘the echoes’:
sitting in this leaky boat called ‘me’
6 thoughts on “who are you when you aren’t there?”
Thanks Miriam. A great reminder of what’s important. Helps to blow off some ego cobwebs.
Thanks for commenting Michael.
Emptiness sometimes shocks me with a big stick; out go the “teacup ideas” of God and instead, one is inescapably face-to-face with the question of a lifetime… as you infer, it’s not the ego’s favourite topic.
Insert answer here: [Please leave this space empty]
Heh heh. Good one Hariod. I reckon Emptiness would accept that…
Hi Miriam. I happened to stumbleupon 🙂 your blog. Beautiful and very nourishing for the soul. Loved this post. I’m feeding my beautiful mind your words today, waiting to see what the next chatter brings up. Thank you with love.
Well thank YOU @PreciousRhymes! Welcome to this little blog. It’s a curious space – I never really know what Emptiness will come up with next. Or when. But when someone leaves an appreciative comment it does tend to coax me into sharing something … so I’m grateful to you!