Centuries of seekers asking, “who am I?”
As if that can be defined.
Looking all around asking “who can I be?”
As if that can be confined.
Life ascends, then quickly descends.
Nothing that fills the gap within.
An unfolding story that inevitably ends.
Causing yet another seeking to begin.
Till I hold still. Drop the sham.
I accept. I am that I am.
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Amara Arya
I write about love, life, and everything in between. One curious question at a time :)
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