“I am”, does it echo in your head
“I am this”
You just need to remember, who you are
Who you really are
You are already enlightened, they say
They must know it
They remembered
They finally got it
Echoes and more echoes
You remember voices
Names, they gave you
Stories, they told you
About places you’ve been
And past life experiences
Origin in the Stars
You have purpose
Your soul knows, they say
They know, they must know
You really try to focus on this “I am”
try to focus on that now
On an awareness that is aware of itself
This enlightenment, that you are already
This true, this higher self
That you just need to remember
That you apparently forgot
Just now, these echoes, memory
Now is memory, you remember
You grasp one thread of the storyline
You hear this call
It sounds like truth
So much, so resonant.
Memory feels so vivid, so true, no doubt
There is this scar, you remember everything, it is real, it can’t be a story, can’t it?
A sudden sound is disrupting, this
Now?
Where did now take you now?
And when now is here, where have you been distracted to?
When it is always now, the past an illusion, what does this say about memory? About an imaginary future?
What thought is it now?
Who is this now, being aware of this?
Who is this thinker of thought?
Are you at all?
