Know first what you are not, true self will stand revealed: A Poem

 Know first what you are not, true self will stand revealed: A Poem

You are not this hand that writes,

Nor eyes that see the day's bright lights.

Not ears that hear the wind's soft song,

These senses pass, they don't belong

To you, the soul, a hidden spark,

That shines within, beyond the dark.

You are not the thoughts that fly,

Like clouds across the summer sky.

Nor feelings deep, that ebb and flow,

Joy and sorrow, come and go.

These thoughts and feelings, fleet and free,

Are not the essence of what you truly be.

You're more than body, frail and worn,

A spirit new, each day is born.

This vessel serves, a sacred trust,

To guide your soul, when turned to dust.

So know yourself, beyond the show,

A timeless soul, that starts to grow.