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standing between the earth and sky

i stop to ask who am i?

this person stands between body and mind.

upon inquiry, who might i find?

i feel the quiver of an ancient soul

eternal, timeless, nameless, and whole.

but truest identity, clearest i claim

i search myself and stand by my name.

who am i? i am jessi

it's so clear and obvious, you see.

but who would i be if named by another?

what if my name was ann, or some other?

still the pulse of innate self calls.

even as sue, my deep self enthralls.

so i claim i am my own actions. 

i choose myself and devote to factions.

i am the artist.  i am the seeker.

i am the waitress.  i am the preacher.

the pulse within hums its dissent.

the me that is real is somehow different.

examine the source of this identity.

each face is fractional, really.

would i be artist if i was born blind? 

would i be waitress if i was unkind?

would i be seeker if i was born numb?

would i be preacher if i was born dumb?

if i was different, would i be me?

the source of self is deeper, you see.

yet each memory makes me more.

i become me with each thought i store.

the faintest glimmer offers rebuttal

from a place bright and guttural

as i age my memories will fade.

with time will identity also evade?

clearly the self reveals in time.

in memory, self can only mime.

the source of me is itself the hum.

it is the throb, it is the thrum.

my mind is the beat, my self is the drum.

it is the song all else comes from.

i am the song my life comes from.

i am song.

i am sung.

i follow along

what i have begun.

i will sing until i am done.

i am what life comes from.