Wrapped in blue 

of my time tattered shawl

in silent, stillness and solitude

I sit tall

to take stock 

of vestiges that’ve fell off me -

a woman, daughter, sister, mother, lover

stubborn wayward child forever

professional who loves to serve 

changing cloaks, coat and hat

even when 
personal health bugles call

for ailments to take toll

so much that
urn did crack.

All that was me

is bygone now

I stop to look 

then look again

of what remains there to seewhich one of these holds real me?
i whistle and whisper to get its heed

until subtly softly it comes to fore

an ‘I’ was unaware of 
for so long before -

its waiting silently

unscathed, unscarred by all.

aching to dance to a lively tune

Revel in sunshine

look to moon at Moon

ready to laugh

smile with wink
flatter all sense

with sight, sound and smell 

that ushers in with every breath 

refusing to age
or dwell to suffer
with itchy sole
ready to scale
all height and depths
live the life to very full
prepared to battle

take stand for cause

that touches core, moves my heart
it aches to reach 
beyond earthly shackle
and attain more than call

of pre-programmed destiny.

So with whom should I identify? -

The social roles 
that were capped on me

to last a while - then fade with time

Or, this ‘I’

That's been laid back

Waiting to be known

By me alone.

As I pondered

a penny dropped –

So this was why

Divine intervened

to let me be known

through all that enthralled

on stage of life where spotlight fell
exposing mesmerising hues 

of my coloured pot'

lost in applause

that came across

when did I ever once 

pause to see or heed

the ‘I’ 
that remained under cover.

Destiny however 
when it took control

ruthlessly tore all 
illusory role -

all was mortared to its very bit

till it was revealed –

what lay at core alone

was Self that’d endured

battering of sense thru' time;

the silent observer

then got to see and ask

when glare did recede –

who am I?

who am I?

who will be I always be?

Perception bubbled

As ‘I’ at rest
left myself to be steered
with Divine's hand 

in prime control

I regained lost sight and track

brought humbly down to knee

Grace let it be known 

for certain

the Truth spoken, written 
by my very soul 

Yes yes I know I've to make amend
with who I am -

I am that

who is meant to last

beyond all realm
of finite time and space of earth

born with life to bear witness
of eternal, ever lasting truth

of magnificent Presence

that endures for love and peace;

that I am

is a gift to me

it comes from no other, but He

all that's truly true in me

is His and His alone -

this is the 'I' 

thats here to stay and reside 
and then return

when the Supreme will's done

to dot of 'i'

and cross of 't'.