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 ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry