“Who am I?
Two eyes I cannot see, a single vision.
The eyes within see far more than do these faulty, myopic windows streaked
with floating shadows like shreds of grey gauze.
“I am the one who was told, “Anybody can do anything,”
and whose - now despairing - mother claims, “But I didn’t
mean anybody can do everything!” She forgot to tell me that. I have
been heaped with gifts and talents and in all of them find connection
with an enigmatic fount of creation. My self is many faceted and rich.
It seems all the more difficult, then, to let go, to absolve and dissolve
the ego and yet what Am I if not, also, It Is? All that stands between
this self and that is pride - and yet who would not feel pride in being
so richly blessed?“Who am I?
I am life, a gift from my parents enriched by this priceless inheritance:
their freedom of vision, their love and constancy, their courage and steadfastness,
their artistry. I am not speaking of perfect people but of the people
who were as nearly perfect as possible for me: the parents I would have
chosen had any choice existed.
I am also the gift of my spouse. True to our vows, we draw strength from
one another not only in clement times but also during the inevitable tempests
and adversity which tune and temper the ringing metal of our love, deepening
our mutual understanding.
“Who am I?
I am one who reached too far, fell into the black hole and found within
the light you cannot see.
I am me.”