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Who is the “i” that knows?
Who is the "I" that knows? Is it the mind, self, or something deeper?
This poem weaves through the layers of being, where "I", self, and person dance in the space
between thought, feeling, and action. Yet beneath it all, the quiet awareness that exists
underneath the surface asks, when you know, who is it that truly knows?
Is the answer new, or has it always been waiting here, waiting for you to notice?
Waiting for us to see it as it always has been?
What is truly at the heart of awareness?
Who is the quiet voice that stares beneath the surface, the one who longs to know who it is that
truly knows...
In the unfolding of each moment, the question lingers.
Can we separate the "I" from the world, or are they one and the same?
What is the truth we are chasing and who is the "I" that knows?
