Who am I?
We try to pretend and to protect an individuality, a personality that in fact we are not, and that which, in reality, does not exist, or exists only as a 'concept', an 'idea', as a dream... as if a dream can be said to exist... a mere 'vision'...
Who am I?
To pretend to be a personality, an individuality, or to take oneself for 'some-body', for 'some-one' is all that we can suffer, as much as we can suffer when we are dreaming!... What's left when we wake up?... Have we been hurt?... Who has been dreaming?...
Who am I?
There is no answer... Pure Presence in the Silence of the Heart...
In Gratitude and Love to Ramana Maharshi, Nisargadatta Maharaj & Robert Adams