Who are you?
It’s not an ordinary question.
When you ask — Who am I?,
You are not waiting for an answer
There is nobody to answer you
But by constantly inquiring again and again,
slowly but surely, the other thoughts start to disappear
You become more and more attuned with only one thing,
This quest — Who am I?
When all the thoughts have disappeared,
and only the sound Who am I remains -
That moment in time is the miracle moment.
After a while, that sound also disappears.
First it kills all your thoughts,
and finally it commits suicide.
Not that you get an answer,
but the question itself has disappeared.
and that my boy…
is the moment of ultimate bliss.
