I am that I am

I gazed at myself in the mirror.

Questioning myself, who am I?

It is evident that I am not my reflection.

I am the one staring at my reflection, the real me.

I shifted into my actual body.

Are my arms me? my eyes?

How can I observe my physical body if I am that.

And I realized that I am the one observing the bodily form.

Not the actual body.

My mind wandered to find out the real me.

I observed my wandering thoughts as if they were clouds floating away in the sky.

Are my ideas, thoughts, or imaginations me?

No, I am just observing those.

My frustration level is rising.

My head is hurting right now.

Here it comes, other forms, feelings and emotions.

Like my arms and legs, I can observe my feelings and emotions.

As if I were seeing in the mirror, I could recognize my emotional body.

I am not my emotional body.

I am the observer of it.

I just have to calm down now.

Reflect on what I discovered.

My physical form is not who I am.

I am not my thoughts, feelings, emotions or imagination.

Me? Who am I?

I am ready to let go of the forms that no longer I am.

I let my thoughts to drift.

I mustered bravery in that quiet.

I mustered the courage to face the fear of the unknown.

I found myself in the stillness of not knowing.

I am the one who is unable to break away from who I am.

I am that I am.

-sumiroseanil