There’s more to me than this I-dentity
I think I am, the one who bears my name,
This isolated ego, “I” or “me,”
A portion of the All locked in a frame.
Though when I’m tranquil and that frame dissolves,
I meld into a wider consciousness,
And something more than ego then evolves
Until the world returns and I regress.
Still, memory of that transcendent view
Remains, reminding me infinity
Is my true medium, and all I do
Will resonate throughout eternity,
Mingling in the cosmic choral song
Where all creation’s entities belong.