By nature not forgetful, as one would prefer,
A clear minded existence – one rich and fulfilled
Is the daily experience. So on this day
I remember the thinking that gets in the way
Of my best understanding. Alive and self-willed,
I’ve control over everything that must occur.
I was told who I am and was given a name
To be used as a handle. I am a game piece
On the boardwalk of being, but is this all true?
I identify not with the essence I knew
As an infant arriving, but now I release
All the past acts committed that have caused me shame.
Letting go of the old thoughts makes room for the new.
Selves maintain the conspiracy that they create.
Self-imposed purgatory, psychotic and vile,
I can get rid of also. My spirit, meanwhile,
Never loses its memory yet still feels great.
There is limited time to do what I must do.
…And that is to remember what self has forgot.
Way deep down inside I’m the fabric and structure
Of existence itself. We are all undefined,
But the name that we give ourselves is humankind.
What indeed but self-knowledge can make life more pure?
All I need is the truth in whatever is sought.