Who Am I
Who am I?
This is a question that unable, I am, a definite
Answer to give
For
Buried I find myself, under layers upon layers of
Beliefs and prejudices that centuries past, have
Deposed upon my helpless and unwilling soul!
Who am I?
Before a reply, to the posed question, I attempt to give,
First, I have to strip myself of the garments that
History, religion, and culture have dressed me, so
As the real me appears:
The kernel of truth that nature has intended me to be
Thus
Nude I will be facing the world with
No nationality,
Free from any religious beliefs,
Liberated from history and its past crimes
And so
Naked, untarnished, and pure, ready I would be to
Judge things, once more, with an open mind, and in that way
My own true identity to find:
The “I”, without any adjectives, whatsoever.
Having no name this time, I ask the question again:
Who am I?
Am I the Chaos or am I the Cosmos?
Am I the Division or am I the Union?
Am I the Hate or am I the Love?
Am I the Folly or am I the reason?
Am I the Good or am I the Evil?
Whoever I am, I’m all of the above:
The Chaos and the Cosmos
The Division and the Union
The Hate and the Love
The Folly and the Reason
The Good and the Evil and
Every conceivable opposing force in the
Universe that exists
For
Creation impossible would be without this
Endless war of opposing forces:
Of life and death
Of cold and hot
Of arid and humid
Of light and darkness
Because
The laws that govern the macrocosm are
The same laws that govern the microcosm
So
As the relentless war in the universe never ceases
In the same way, the war within us, unending is.
Who am I?
The answer perhaps is that I am the one who is called upon
A sense out this Cosmos to make for I am the key with which
The mystery of life will be unlocked,
The one to understand that the necessity of the opposing forces is
Paramount and nothing can exist without its opposite,
The one that has to realize that he is never pure evil or pure good
But good to the degree of his understanding and evil to the degree of
His ignorance,
The one who has to grow to the point as to recognize the fact that
He has to copy the harmonious universal order of things and adapt it in his
Society and within himself for to live in harmony and finally,
I am the one that will eternally struggle to comprehend who he is, where he is,
What he is and the reason for his existence in order to understand the Cosmic
Order and live according to its demands,
Therefore, my friends, my question lingers:
WHO AM I?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 NOVEMBER 2014
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
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