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WHO AM I? by Tammy T. Stone

This poem is inspired by the famous meditation technique practiced by the great Indian sage Sri Ramana Maharshi...

He practiced sitting in contemplation, asking the question over and over: Who am I?

In asking this question repeatedly, we start to understand what we are not – we are not our bodies, we are not our minds, we are not the fleeting and transient identities we form, and re-constitute, over time.  The more we are capable of shedding the layers of these comfortable senses of self (by looking at them directly, and rendering them strange), the more gracefully we can approach what is most true: that we exist in our hearts, from our hearts, and in a world arising in universal love.

With this poem, I immerse myself in a line of questioning that speaks to a state of confusion and longing, one of the many storms traversed in a life on the way to the horizon of love that permeates us …

Who Am I?
by Tammy T. Stone

Who wakes to the mountain morning
Bowing before the day’s first sun?
Who hears the crackle of twigs underfoot

And who is the one listening?

Who is praying for a softer heart,
Who hears the cage-rattling fear?
Who has combed the ocean floor
Exploring its warmest blue echoes
And who wades through the sand
Dreaming in the mermaids’ mist?

Who hides in life’s sweet interruptions
Yearning to be jolted awake?

Who smothers the love
That has come along to find her?

Who hears the long lost chant of sisterhood
Wailing through the sea of Time,
And who smiles in long lost memory?

Who venerates in Indian ink
Exalting in mystic lullabies?

Who inhales the wind?

Who are we who have found each other,
Finally, on Earth’s orchard grounds?

Who am I who floods the world
With hopes till faraway’s end?



Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


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