What am I?
I ask myself
Flowing with life
I am not a writer
I lack wisdom to teach
Though I observe
Anthropologist I am not
Discipline I lack
To become a real researcher
I am active but not really an activist
I care but I am not a social worker
Connecting people I like
But community organizer I am not
I can take some photographs
But photographer I am not
I like to paint
But not really an artist
I can dance sometimes
Though bboy I am not
I enjoy playing with words
But poet I am not
What? What am I then?
I ask myself
Contemplating life unfolding
Am I that tiny little bird that sings perched on a blossoming plum tree?
Am I that tree that stands facing the unforgiving change of seasons?
Am I that clinging leaf that falls while pondering its impermanence?
Oh Mother Earth are you going to embrace me soon?
Am I that tingling morning dew dripping into the eternal river
That flows and flows through
Mountains and valleys and plains
To finally empty itself into the Sea
What? I am nothing really?
I must be something
Hm maybe I am nothing yet something at the same time
I don’t know
I am quite confused
Oh! Perhaps I am a confused bird singing perched on a blossoming plum tree with leaves filled with dew dripping into the eternally flowing river flowing towards the Sea emptying itself…
Oh I see you now ego! It’s nice to meet you my dear ego trying to be someone, to become something darn we do have a long journey ahead and lots of suffering on its way so let us wish ourselves a bon voyage towards the Sea it’s going to be a rough ride home