The I

The I knows itself

I don’t know it

But its something

I’m going with

It weaves itself

A tapestry

Always proclaiming

To be free

And what of

The one who sees

The forest is

Full of trees

Til aham-vritti

Finds its way

Back into what

I cannot say

But always driven

There to find

A somewhere that

Is beyond the mind

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