Its not so much that we have a self, it’s that we do
self-ing
As Buckminster Fuller famously said, “I seem to be a verb”
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Who am I?
Who knows?
Which me are we talking about?
For I am always changing, moving, growing, regressing
Who I was is not who I am, who I am is not who I will be
The question is not whether I will change
But how I will change
And although there are many things which effect
The self-ing process
Earthquakes
Floods, tornadoes
Wars
And of course, elections
All kinds of disasters , natural and human made
There are other people
There is life
Yes, life happens.
I would like to have a “me”
Emerge that is wiser, truer
More open
More patient
More forgiving
More accepting
More loving
I think there are many versions of me in me
But my task is simply to relax
And open myself to Sacred
And let my best “self” emerge,
As I walk through life
Centering on virtue, compassion
Wisdom, peace, kindness
Seeking to have my self come from these
Is the best I can do
It’s all I can do
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