You Don’t Know Me

 

If you have not found me in this world,

How will you find me in another?

Nay, this face I frequently refer to as mine, is just a way to describe in the language this world uses and recognizes me. I’m sorry it may befuddle you. But it isn’t who I am. 

These arms and legs, eyes and ears, and everything between. Nay, that’s not me. I’m sorry you’ve been mistaken. 

If you think the memories, experiences and thoughts I share (and will share) are me, you can find them always in this space. Even after new thoughts cease to come from this mind. But I’ll confess a little secret. None of my words are me. I call them my words. That’s simply the language of this world. I’m not my words. My words are not me.

There is a new thought coming out of me each moment. How then can my thoughts be me? I have been here even before it came to me. Even though I refer to these as my thoughts. It is just the language of the world. It’s not me.

My home. It is just a way of saying. In the language of this world. I have no home. None where I could fit anyway. 

Don’t kid yourself and think that you know me. 

You can’t know me.

You can’t find me. 

But you know what you can know and find? 

It’s You. 

It’s all that really matters.