The Shell

This empty shell sits alone in silence wondering, “Who Am I,”
but discovers only silence enveloping a once symphonic presence.

“Who Am I?” again surfaces, balancing moments of deep introspection with moments of complete emptiness.

In the mirror stands the seeker,
ever asking, “Who Am I?” but never responding – just watching
and waiting for that moment of complete surrender and emptiness.

Who Am I does not matter anymore. All that mattes is that I Am at this moment, and that at this very minute, I exist.
I can be nothing more, nor anything less than who and what I am at this very moment.

I am in cast in the shadow of the Divine.

I am as It shall be
and I will find myself.

I Am.

The Shell

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