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Who am I?

Who am I?

Question that ponders in all

Seeker follows this call

Who am I?


Where is the answer?

Is it in the ashram hall?

Is it in the books of the stall?

Is it in the mountains that is afar?

Is it in the Guru shining as a star?

Where is the answer?

The answer is in the question itself.


It is the identity with which I live

It is name and form I give

Now, I am a spouse

Now, I live in the house,

Now, I am a daughter,

Now, I am a mother,

Now, I am a doctor,

Now, I am a donor,

Now, I am a devotee,

Now, I am a .....

I live with an identity

This is my self!


Is it real my self? - Obviously not!

Identity is the most changeful!

It changes every minute,

Then, what is the real self?

Prepare the soil,

Remove the weeds, 

Add compost and manure,

Let the seed germinate...

Who am I?


Put aside busy living in the world,

Put aside ideas that are buried,

Put aside customs and traditions,

Put aside all concepts and notions,

Now, ask who am I?


 I certainly can say 

I exist... I am...

And I know...

I am conscious...

Chinmayoham


Everything else is mind, memory...

I am a conscious being

This is the immediately freeing

I am a simple conscious being.

Chinmayoham


Simple is beautiful

Truth is simple

Human mind makes it complex

I am a simple conscious being.

Chinmayoham


As I die to the memory,

I come alive now,

without memory,

without choices,

without intervention of the mind,

I come alive...

Chinmayoham


No names, no labels,

No projections, no preferences,

No liking, no disliking,

Then, no ego.....

Egoless consciousness...

Choice-less consciousness...

That is the true self

Chinmayoham


Now, there is a deep silence.....

Chinmayoham

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