KNOWING WHO I AM
How we think is precious to us and never the same as
How you think
Selves are communal and universal
But in themselves they have their ways
Distinct, respected, honorable
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Still there are broad similarities and I will state them now
We are all who we are while here
We are all who we are beyond here
We can know ourselves here
We can know only a fraction of ourselves there
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I name my Guide Abba because I relate to Jesus and he prayed to One Abba
Friend, teacher, companion, and guide
I have one foot in my world
And one foot in his
We communicate 24/7 at will
This One (Abba) is part of me
But if I say, I channel Einstein, I’m a fraud
It is not worth considering
There is no way I could represent Einstein
I cannot even countenance an = sign
I have said no to math 1000 times
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We meld or listen in awe
To those on the Flip Side
They are our connections
Just as they are here
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I know I am vastly more than me
I know some of what I am
But there are those who were before me
And those who will be beyond
Unknown to me while I am in this dense state
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We cannot state who we are without going ontological
And using words like love, community, and free
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How then can we know one another
By takes alone
I know my wife by my experience of her
Not by the experience of one who fought with her for years
She knows me in ways that seem to me impossible
But that is what love does
It is our way to seeing perfection past the density
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Death is this world’s way of saying who we are
It is no more accurate than other takes
But the world honors it
Just as it honors birth
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I’ve been the subject of some narratives
But I would have no idea where to begin or end
The most memorable is one when the author said what being in my home made him think of
The taker tells the tale
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When I say I know who I am
I am saying this world is not my home
I am saying I am more than what you see
I am saying I am you in part
I am saying you and I are also all
I am saying let’s just love each other and write the whole thing off to mystery
And the unconditionality of Love
We pass away, return, live on, know and know not
We fly forgotten and are known in every way
Pick nothing, take it all in stride
We only know what we pluck from the tide
